02-01-2019, 03:45 PM
Ramesh
“You act very different”, Kajol said. We were lying on bed, she glued to my side
“Yeah, yeah! Last several days, you know the project and Singapore”, I replied.
“I understand honey”, she said gently sliding her hand across my chest.
She however, didn’t quite understand. Didn’t quite know, for I never told her what had taken place over there. A full week had gone by since the return from Singapore and I was afforded with that rare commodity – perspective. It was one thing to make a Detailed Project Report on the drawing board but selling the same DPR to the client – well that was a totally different matter. I had no idea whether JH Corp had brought in to our idea – in principle at least, despite what Mr. Rao had told us. It was a nail biting time for me and for my two junior colleagues who had toiled so hard to make it a success. However, the fruits of our labor were yet to materialize. There was no communication from the Singaporean client save that our proposal was still under consideration and that we would be notified in due course. What all of that boiled down to is that, should they consider it; then that would mean a big promotion for me, a bigger house maybe, certainly a decent car and … Heck, Delhi was still some distance away.
These things I couldn’t tell Kajol, though I am sure, she sensed some of it. I just didn’t want to put out a rosy picture beforehand, touchwood.
“Honey, relax yaar. Am sure things will turn out to be okay”, I heard her saying the words but those didn’t really enter the funky state I was in.
Her hand had traveled down and there was a mischief in her eyes. I knew what was coming. Just a fortnight back, that would have signaled the onset of a joyous session of lovemaking. But try as I may, I couldn’t work up the mojo. The desire simply wasn’t there. Gently, I pulled her hand away.
“Honey, not in the mood. Ok?”
“It’s alright”, she answered and wrapped an arm round my neck. She kissed my cheek and closed her eyes. I put my arm around her and gave out a huge sigh. ‘God, this uncertainty is certainly killing me’, I said to myself as I closed my eyes.
There was that other thing as well. Perspective, as I said earlier. That was about my boss Mr. Rao and about Preeti as well. It was quite inconceivable for me to fathom Mr. Rao. Both he and Srilekha mam had been so courteous and I who had not had a sibling had quite taken to both of them. Srilekha mam was such a nice lady, just like a big sister, and she had gone out of way to befriend Kajo. She had taken her out for lunch, to art gallery and moreover invited her to their home when I had been away. She really was so good. And Rao sir, he had also acted no less than a big brother to me, all through the previous couple of weeks; put me in charge of the Singaporean project. I wish, I could someday be like him…
Yet it was that thing, that incident with Preeti. I couldn’t put a finger to it at all. ‘My God, that was totally out of character.’
That was the other thing. Kajol should know that Mr. Rao was not all that he seemed to be like. But the thing was that how could I tell her that without letting her know that Preeti had later on spent the night spooned up with me! And how on earth was I supposed to explain to her that I was only extending comfort and support to Preeti…
I knew, I wouldn’t be able to sleep for a while now. Slowly I disentangled from Kajo’s embrace and got out of bed. I took out a bottle of cold water from the fridge and went to the balcony with the cigarette pack. It would be a couple of hours before I would return to bed …
* * *
Tuesday morning. Apart from the lingering uncertainty over the JH Corp deal; there wasn’t a whole lot of things to be done. I got out of my cubicle and took a stroll around. Half of the office seemed to be empty. ‘Where are the guys!’, I wondered.
There was a buzz on my mobile. It was Sekhar, our senior manager.
“Ramesh, can you be free for the day please? I need you to do something for me …”
Needless to say, I had to make myself free. He was out of station, with a whole team, I remembered that now. There was a major business lead that they were following. It had to do something with a small time entrepreneur who had hit it big with a washing powder formula. Local success had led to rumors about a major venture capital funding in that project and no sooner had we got that info, Mr. Rao had rushed off Sekhar with his team immediately. The sharks could smell blood from afar – it was a question of which one pounced upon the prey first.
“Of course!”, I answered with a enthusiasm that I did not fee. “Do tell.”
“You need to go to Bajajbhai’s office now …”
“Oh no!”, I gulped in the air for Bajajbhai’s was the prickliest account that we maintained. The man himself, who had inherited a steel empire, was one of our earliest clients. Problem was that he was finicky about everything. Every single detail of every promotion event had to be explained to him beforehand. It was customary for each new staffer to accompany either Mr. Rao or Sekhar for any new presentation – the rite de passage – and everyone hated that, as I had also, when Bajajbhai had thrown the files at our face. Sekhar, without batting an eyelid had collected the papers, said sorry and left. A fortnight later, our corrected proposal had been accepted and immediately a sum equal to half of our annual overheads had been credited to our office account. That was Bajajbhai for you. I hated him …
When I called up the office assistant to inquire if the company car was available; he asked me if I would mind sharing it with Preeti who was already downstairs leaving for the Labor Commissioner’s Office to file some statutory returns, in half an hour. ‘Fine, ask her to wait for me’, I said and hung up. Next, I called up Mr. Rao’s chamber but the intercom kept on buzzing. Apparently he was also out. So I shot him a sms.
Preeti was already in the car when I settled in. She nodded briefly at me and then we were off. Ever since our return from Singapore, we had hardly talked any, other than on official matters. Fact of the matter was that she hardly figured in my thoughts – damn that JH Corp business.
“How long shall you be”, she asked.
“Me, I don’t know, never know with Bajajbhai.” I looked away from her. The thought of meeting with Bajajbhai was like getting an injection – necessary but painful.
“Ok, let me check later. If you are free, we can have lunch outside.”
I said ok and we talked of some more useless office topics. My destination had come first and I got off the car.
Half an hour later, I was free – thank god for small mercies. Bajajbhai had an urgent appointment to make and so taken off suddenly, as his secretary informed me. No, she couldn’t tell me when he would be back and in any case, today seemed implausible, as she explained. I left my number with her, in case he did, and walked over to their PR department for some chit chat and then left.
Later Preeti had joined me for lunch. She sidled in to my side chair. She ordered for both of us and when we were waiting for the desserts, turned towards me.
“Hard thing – no? That JH Corp …”
“Yeah!”, I said, banging down the glass of water I was drinking from.
“Would be nice if it works out”, she said putting her hand over mine, “Even a reduced proposal.”
Suddenly I felt very tired. That whole thing, starting about three week back, still continuing, the uncertainty over its outcome and my future … I was sick of it, totally sick of it. I looked into her eyes and blurted out …
“How is your mother?”
She gulped, surprised at the change of tack. “Oh, she is fine. But, as I was saying, I hope something good turns out of our Singapore trip.” She patted my arm.
That was proverbially the last straw. The only good that had possibly come out from the trip seemed to be her salary hike and her getting romped.
“Preeti, tell me one thing. Have you met sir during this week – you know what I mean?”
Her eyes widened in shock. Then her gaze dropped. “Once”, her voice rasped.
“Good for your”, I said, suddenly as a blaze of anger coursed through me, “Nice route you have taken to climb up the corporate ladders.”
Her hand flew to her mouth. She looked at me, as if seeing my face for the first time. I watched her collect her handbag and rapidly make out for the outside…
Later, much later, after I had paid the bills, did I come out. She was long gone.
‘Heck! What had I done?’ I pummeled a fist into the other palm. By that time, the red haze of anger had subsided. Now I was worried for her.
I called up the driver, whom informed that he was returning to office after dropping Preeti mam. Oh! That was a godsend. I had been to her house once only and couldn’t possibly locate it. But the driver knew the address … well, I had another chance – surely to redeem myself from the donkey of an image that I had portrayed.
She herself opened the door after I pressed the bell. Without a word, she turned around and made her way back inside.
“Hey Preeti, Preeti listen. I am sorry yaar.” In desperation I latched on to her hand to stop her from going inside.
She stopped and I walked around her to see her tear stricken face. I took a look at the faded shapeless gown that she had changed into. She must have had a good crying, for the salt crystals shone along the tear lines. The make-up was smudged as well.
Then my heart missed a beat as I remembered something. Her mother – what would she make of it, goddamn it – I had been a guest at their dining table.
“Mataji inside?” I inquired.
She moved her face from side to side. “Gone to visit a relative, will return by evening.”
“Samir?”
Again she shook her head. “Both return after five”, she said.
I let out a sigh. “Ohhh!”, I struck my forehead, quite relieved. Now at least I had chance to repair my damaged reputation before any of her family members arrived.
“Preeti”, I spoke as I joined my hands together before her, “listen, I don’t know, what came over me. I am sincerely sorry yaar. Please forget and forgive.”
She broke into a sob again and I moved nearer to her saying sorry over and over again. Her sobbing had grew louder and she banged her fists repeatedly on my chest. “You, you, you. You called me a whore, didn’t you, didn’t you!”
“Hey, hey; take it easy” I said holding her tight.
She felt so vulnerable, so much like a child that I pecked at her forehead. “Its alright you know, quite alright”, I kissed her all over her face and kept patting her. She was calming down now. “I am not a whore, not a whore”, she gasped as she held me back tight. As I comforted her, she lifted her face and pressed her lips against mine. Then she drew her head back. “Tell me Ramesh, tell me that!” It was now or never.
“You are a princess” I told her as I kissed her back hard.
Then her sheer youth took over. Clamping my head in both her heads, she started kissing me furiously. She thrust her tongue out and a moment later I found it pleasurably dueling with mine. Her trembling hands started fumbling with my tie and I helped her take it off. The shirt and the pant were next. I turned her around and unbuttoned her gown. Then I held her at an arms length as we both looked at each other in our undergarments. I turned her around and unclasped the bra. Her taut breast stood out proud and in the center were the pink nipples. I latched on to one…
“Ahhh!”, she gasped hard for I had bit her hard. “Villain”, she thrust my head back laughing, “You want to leave marks!” “Yes, yes”, I replied as I gave a bite on the other side. “Yeoww”, she cried out. Pushing me away she sat down and yanked down my shorts. I was already ready. She enveloped the dick in her mouth and gave a wholesome lick. Millions of pleasure streaks erupted in my head as I felt her warm mouth on my cock. Drawing back the foreskin with her lips, she started commencing a wonderful blowjob. I watched back as her head bobbed rhythmically and in no time I had reached full erection. Five minutes later, she gave an audible kiss to the tip and looked up at me. I lifted her up and carried her to the sofa. By that time she was already wet. Opening her legs wide, I positioned the tip of my cock to the entrance of her wonderful pussy. One push and the rock hard cock was already in. She moaned. I looked into her eyes and started thrusting in slowly. Her eyes widened. Her breathing increased and she wrapped her arms around my neck. “Faster, come on faster, ahhhh, ….”, she shouted thrusting her pelvis back at me, to meet thrust for thrust…
Later on, she had made tea for both of us. As I sipped it, I asked her a little more about her family. In a matter of fact manner, she described how her father had passed away in a road accident the previous year. With no meaningful support coming from any quarter, she had to drop out of her MBA program midway to take up a job that would augment the little savings that the family possessed.
“There is Samir and Guddi’s future to secure first”, she reiterated her priorities.
I drew her close and kissed the top of her head.
“You are a brave girl and will always be my favorite princess”, I said.
“You act very different”, Kajol said. We were lying on bed, she glued to my side
“Yeah, yeah! Last several days, you know the project and Singapore”, I replied.
“I understand honey”, she said gently sliding her hand across my chest.
She however, didn’t quite understand. Didn’t quite know, for I never told her what had taken place over there. A full week had gone by since the return from Singapore and I was afforded with that rare commodity – perspective. It was one thing to make a Detailed Project Report on the drawing board but selling the same DPR to the client – well that was a totally different matter. I had no idea whether JH Corp had brought in to our idea – in principle at least, despite what Mr. Rao had told us. It was a nail biting time for me and for my two junior colleagues who had toiled so hard to make it a success. However, the fruits of our labor were yet to materialize. There was no communication from the Singaporean client save that our proposal was still under consideration and that we would be notified in due course. What all of that boiled down to is that, should they consider it; then that would mean a big promotion for me, a bigger house maybe, certainly a decent car and … Heck, Delhi was still some distance away.
These things I couldn’t tell Kajol, though I am sure, she sensed some of it. I just didn’t want to put out a rosy picture beforehand, touchwood.
“Honey, relax yaar. Am sure things will turn out to be okay”, I heard her saying the words but those didn’t really enter the funky state I was in.
Her hand had traveled down and there was a mischief in her eyes. I knew what was coming. Just a fortnight back, that would have signaled the onset of a joyous session of lovemaking. But try as I may, I couldn’t work up the mojo. The desire simply wasn’t there. Gently, I pulled her hand away.
“Honey, not in the mood. Ok?”
“It’s alright”, she answered and wrapped an arm round my neck. She kissed my cheek and closed her eyes. I put my arm around her and gave out a huge sigh. ‘God, this uncertainty is certainly killing me’, I said to myself as I closed my eyes.
There was that other thing as well. Perspective, as I said earlier. That was about my boss Mr. Rao and about Preeti as well. It was quite inconceivable for me to fathom Mr. Rao. Both he and Srilekha mam had been so courteous and I who had not had a sibling had quite taken to both of them. Srilekha mam was such a nice lady, just like a big sister, and she had gone out of way to befriend Kajo. She had taken her out for lunch, to art gallery and moreover invited her to their home when I had been away. She really was so good. And Rao sir, he had also acted no less than a big brother to me, all through the previous couple of weeks; put me in charge of the Singaporean project. I wish, I could someday be like him…
Yet it was that thing, that incident with Preeti. I couldn’t put a finger to it at all. ‘My God, that was totally out of character.’
That was the other thing. Kajol should know that Mr. Rao was not all that he seemed to be like. But the thing was that how could I tell her that without letting her know that Preeti had later on spent the night spooned up with me! And how on earth was I supposed to explain to her that I was only extending comfort and support to Preeti…
I knew, I wouldn’t be able to sleep for a while now. Slowly I disentangled from Kajo’s embrace and got out of bed. I took out a bottle of cold water from the fridge and went to the balcony with the cigarette pack. It would be a couple of hours before I would return to bed …
* * *
Tuesday morning. Apart from the lingering uncertainty over the JH Corp deal; there wasn’t a whole lot of things to be done. I got out of my cubicle and took a stroll around. Half of the office seemed to be empty. ‘Where are the guys!’, I wondered.
There was a buzz on my mobile. It was Sekhar, our senior manager.
“Ramesh, can you be free for the day please? I need you to do something for me …”
Needless to say, I had to make myself free. He was out of station, with a whole team, I remembered that now. There was a major business lead that they were following. It had to do something with a small time entrepreneur who had hit it big with a washing powder formula. Local success had led to rumors about a major venture capital funding in that project and no sooner had we got that info, Mr. Rao had rushed off Sekhar with his team immediately. The sharks could smell blood from afar – it was a question of which one pounced upon the prey first.
“Of course!”, I answered with a enthusiasm that I did not fee. “Do tell.”
“You need to go to Bajajbhai’s office now …”
“Oh no!”, I gulped in the air for Bajajbhai’s was the prickliest account that we maintained. The man himself, who had inherited a steel empire, was one of our earliest clients. Problem was that he was finicky about everything. Every single detail of every promotion event had to be explained to him beforehand. It was customary for each new staffer to accompany either Mr. Rao or Sekhar for any new presentation – the rite de passage – and everyone hated that, as I had also, when Bajajbhai had thrown the files at our face. Sekhar, without batting an eyelid had collected the papers, said sorry and left. A fortnight later, our corrected proposal had been accepted and immediately a sum equal to half of our annual overheads had been credited to our office account. That was Bajajbhai for you. I hated him …
When I called up the office assistant to inquire if the company car was available; he asked me if I would mind sharing it with Preeti who was already downstairs leaving for the Labor Commissioner’s Office to file some statutory returns, in half an hour. ‘Fine, ask her to wait for me’, I said and hung up. Next, I called up Mr. Rao’s chamber but the intercom kept on buzzing. Apparently he was also out. So I shot him a sms.
Preeti was already in the car when I settled in. She nodded briefly at me and then we were off. Ever since our return from Singapore, we had hardly talked any, other than on official matters. Fact of the matter was that she hardly figured in my thoughts – damn that JH Corp business.
“How long shall you be”, she asked.
“Me, I don’t know, never know with Bajajbhai.” I looked away from her. The thought of meeting with Bajajbhai was like getting an injection – necessary but painful.
“Ok, let me check later. If you are free, we can have lunch outside.”
I said ok and we talked of some more useless office topics. My destination had come first and I got off the car.
Half an hour later, I was free – thank god for small mercies. Bajajbhai had an urgent appointment to make and so taken off suddenly, as his secretary informed me. No, she couldn’t tell me when he would be back and in any case, today seemed implausible, as she explained. I left my number with her, in case he did, and walked over to their PR department for some chit chat and then left.
Later Preeti had joined me for lunch. She sidled in to my side chair. She ordered for both of us and when we were waiting for the desserts, turned towards me.
“Hard thing – no? That JH Corp …”
“Yeah!”, I said, banging down the glass of water I was drinking from.
“Would be nice if it works out”, she said putting her hand over mine, “Even a reduced proposal.”
Suddenly I felt very tired. That whole thing, starting about three week back, still continuing, the uncertainty over its outcome and my future … I was sick of it, totally sick of it. I looked into her eyes and blurted out …
“How is your mother?”
She gulped, surprised at the change of tack. “Oh, she is fine. But, as I was saying, I hope something good turns out of our Singapore trip.” She patted my arm.
That was proverbially the last straw. The only good that had possibly come out from the trip seemed to be her salary hike and her getting romped.
“Preeti, tell me one thing. Have you met sir during this week – you know what I mean?”
Her eyes widened in shock. Then her gaze dropped. “Once”, her voice rasped.
“Good for your”, I said, suddenly as a blaze of anger coursed through me, “Nice route you have taken to climb up the corporate ladders.”
Her hand flew to her mouth. She looked at me, as if seeing my face for the first time. I watched her collect her handbag and rapidly make out for the outside…
Later, much later, after I had paid the bills, did I come out. She was long gone.
‘Heck! What had I done?’ I pummeled a fist into the other palm. By that time, the red haze of anger had subsided. Now I was worried for her.
I called up the driver, whom informed that he was returning to office after dropping Preeti mam. Oh! That was a godsend. I had been to her house once only and couldn’t possibly locate it. But the driver knew the address … well, I had another chance – surely to redeem myself from the donkey of an image that I had portrayed.
She herself opened the door after I pressed the bell. Without a word, she turned around and made her way back inside.
“Hey Preeti, Preeti listen. I am sorry yaar.” In desperation I latched on to her hand to stop her from going inside.
She stopped and I walked around her to see her tear stricken face. I took a look at the faded shapeless gown that she had changed into. She must have had a good crying, for the salt crystals shone along the tear lines. The make-up was smudged as well.
Then my heart missed a beat as I remembered something. Her mother – what would she make of it, goddamn it – I had been a guest at their dining table.
“Mataji inside?” I inquired.
She moved her face from side to side. “Gone to visit a relative, will return by evening.”
“Samir?”
Again she shook her head. “Both return after five”, she said.
I let out a sigh. “Ohhh!”, I struck my forehead, quite relieved. Now at least I had chance to repair my damaged reputation before any of her family members arrived.
“Preeti”, I spoke as I joined my hands together before her, “listen, I don’t know, what came over me. I am sincerely sorry yaar. Please forget and forgive.”
She broke into a sob again and I moved nearer to her saying sorry over and over again. Her sobbing had grew louder and she banged her fists repeatedly on my chest. “You, you, you. You called me a whore, didn’t you, didn’t you!”
“Hey, hey; take it easy” I said holding her tight.
She felt so vulnerable, so much like a child that I pecked at her forehead. “Its alright you know, quite alright”, I kissed her all over her face and kept patting her. She was calming down now. “I am not a whore, not a whore”, she gasped as she held me back tight. As I comforted her, she lifted her face and pressed her lips against mine. Then she drew her head back. “Tell me Ramesh, tell me that!” It was now or never.
“You are a princess” I told her as I kissed her back hard.
Then her sheer youth took over. Clamping my head in both her heads, she started kissing me furiously. She thrust her tongue out and a moment later I found it pleasurably dueling with mine. Her trembling hands started fumbling with my tie and I helped her take it off. The shirt and the pant were next. I turned her around and unbuttoned her gown. Then I held her at an arms length as we both looked at each other in our undergarments. I turned her around and unclasped the bra. Her taut breast stood out proud and in the center were the pink nipples. I latched on to one…
“Ahhh!”, she gasped hard for I had bit her hard. “Villain”, she thrust my head back laughing, “You want to leave marks!” “Yes, yes”, I replied as I gave a bite on the other side. “Yeoww”, she cried out. Pushing me away she sat down and yanked down my shorts. I was already ready. She enveloped the dick in her mouth and gave a wholesome lick. Millions of pleasure streaks erupted in my head as I felt her warm mouth on my cock. Drawing back the foreskin with her lips, she started commencing a wonderful blowjob. I watched back as her head bobbed rhythmically and in no time I had reached full erection. Five minutes later, she gave an audible kiss to the tip and looked up at me. I lifted her up and carried her to the sofa. By that time she was already wet. Opening her legs wide, I positioned the tip of my cock to the entrance of her wonderful pussy. One push and the rock hard cock was already in. She moaned. I looked into her eyes and started thrusting in slowly. Her eyes widened. Her breathing increased and she wrapped her arms around my neck. “Faster, come on faster, ahhhh, ….”, she shouted thrusting her pelvis back at me, to meet thrust for thrust…
Later on, she had made tea for both of us. As I sipped it, I asked her a little more about her family. In a matter of fact manner, she described how her father had passed away in a road accident the previous year. With no meaningful support coming from any quarter, she had to drop out of her MBA program midway to take up a job that would augment the little savings that the family possessed.
“There is Samir and Guddi’s future to secure first”, she reiterated her priorities.
I drew her close and kissed the top of her head.
“You are a brave girl and will always be my favorite princess”, I said.
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