Yesterday, 01:55 PM
Sharath listened to his wife's breezy, dismissive explanation of how Rakesh was planning to hire her for some design work, feeling a creeping sense of dread.
So that was Rakesh's game. Get Kusha alone with him again and again over time by hiring her. Not a terrible plan, although Rakesh was still wildly underestimating Kusha. The whole thing was making Sharath more and more nervous. Not that Rakesh would somehow actually succeed, but that Sharath himself would get caught up in the fiery aftermath of Kusha's rage when she realized what Rakesh was attempting.
No, there was no possible way Rakesh could actually successfully make a move on Kusha... right? It was ludicrous. But it did make Sharath uncomfortable that Rakesh seemed so confident.
Well, if he was feeling nervous, why not even the playing field a little? Rakesh had never said that Sharath couldn't work against him behind the scenes. And Sharath knew just what he could do to turn his wife even further against his former friend.
He waited for a lull in the conversation and slipped it in casually. "Hey, speaking of Rakesh, you'll never believe what he tried to tell me today. He was trying to explain to me that all women are sluts."
"He what?" asked Kusha in a tone of shocked disbelief. She wasn't quite sure she could believe her ears. Why would anyone say something like that?
Sharath shrugged with a twist of his lip. "That's what he quoted. That all women are sluts. Something about how it is all hard-coded into their genetics."
Kusha shook her head in disgust with a pitying laugh. Just when she thought the ugly slimeball of a man couldn't get more pathetic. "Ughh," she said dismissively. "No self-respecting woman would touch that creep with a ten-foot pole. That 'alpha male' bullshit that terminally online losers try to sell themselves on, doesn't work in the real world."
Sharath laughed along for a moment, looking happy to pile on his former friend, but then he grimaced. "Well, yeah, I think so too... but, I just don't understand how he always has a beautiful woman on his arm."
Kusha gave her husband a flat, cool look. "I said self-respecting women, Sharath. Those are gold-diggers. Obviously every woman seems like a slut to Rakesh when he's constantly being hit on by women who want a taste of his filthy porn money. He probably hasn't met a normal woman in years."
Sharath just shrugged uncomfortably, rubbing his wife's legs planted in his lap while looking away. Kusha snorted and turned back to her phone. "There's no magical, magnetic big dick energy, Sharath. That's just his pathetic fantasy. One hundred percent of his charm comes from his wallet," she said condescendingly. "He convinced you for a second there, didn't he?"
"No," said Sharath defensively. But Kusha could read the guilty flash in his eyes like a book. Rakesh had actually momentarily sold him on the idea of secret genetic sluttiness. Why did guys want to believe that there was some sort of cheat code to sleep with women? The way Sharath had attracted a hot wife like her was by being reasonably smart, kind, and attractive, plus having a willingness to change in the way she wanted him to.
The idea of Rakesh dating beautiful women was darkly fascinating to Kusha, in the same way that watching a true crime documentary would be; enthralling, but disturbing. The idea of a beautiful woman letting the ugly pervert touch them with whatever shriveled thing he kept in his pants sent a shudder of horror through her. And all of this "all women are sluts" talk? Infuriating. The disgusting, conceited little man saw all women as ripe fruit, just waiting to be plucked whenever he wished.
She was glad that Sharath had told her. Kusha knew how attractive she was and how even supposedly decent men lusted for her. If Rakesh thought women were fruit for the taking, she was surely one of the juiciest. Her lips set into a grim line of determination. She would take his money AND prove to him how wrong he was. Show him the error in his insulting worldview.
This 'slut' wouldn't be as easy prey as the gold-digging, aspiring porn stars who normally threw themselves at him.
So that was Rakesh's game. Get Kusha alone with him again and again over time by hiring her. Not a terrible plan, although Rakesh was still wildly underestimating Kusha. The whole thing was making Sharath more and more nervous. Not that Rakesh would somehow actually succeed, but that Sharath himself would get caught up in the fiery aftermath of Kusha's rage when she realized what Rakesh was attempting.
No, there was no possible way Rakesh could actually successfully make a move on Kusha... right? It was ludicrous. But it did make Sharath uncomfortable that Rakesh seemed so confident.
Well, if he was feeling nervous, why not even the playing field a little? Rakesh had never said that Sharath couldn't work against him behind the scenes. And Sharath knew just what he could do to turn his wife even further against his former friend.
He waited for a lull in the conversation and slipped it in casually. "Hey, speaking of Rakesh, you'll never believe what he tried to tell me today. He was trying to explain to me that all women are sluts."
"He what?" asked Kusha in a tone of shocked disbelief. She wasn't quite sure she could believe her ears. Why would anyone say something like that?
Sharath shrugged with a twist of his lip. "That's what he quoted. That all women are sluts. Something about how it is all hard-coded into their genetics."
Kusha shook her head in disgust with a pitying laugh. Just when she thought the ugly slimeball of a man couldn't get more pathetic. "Ughh," she said dismissively. "No self-respecting woman would touch that creep with a ten-foot pole. That 'alpha male' bullshit that terminally online losers try to sell themselves on, doesn't work in the real world."
Sharath laughed along for a moment, looking happy to pile on his former friend, but then he grimaced. "Well, yeah, I think so too... but, I just don't understand how he always has a beautiful woman on his arm."
Kusha gave her husband a flat, cool look. "I said self-respecting women, Sharath. Those are gold-diggers. Obviously every woman seems like a slut to Rakesh when he's constantly being hit on by women who want a taste of his filthy porn money. He probably hasn't met a normal woman in years."
Sharath just shrugged uncomfortably, rubbing his wife's legs planted in his lap while looking away. Kusha snorted and turned back to her phone. "There's no magical, magnetic big dick energy, Sharath. That's just his pathetic fantasy. One hundred percent of his charm comes from his wallet," she said condescendingly. "He convinced you for a second there, didn't he?"
"No," said Sharath defensively. But Kusha could read the guilty flash in his eyes like a book. Rakesh had actually momentarily sold him on the idea of secret genetic sluttiness. Why did guys want to believe that there was some sort of cheat code to sleep with women? The way Sharath had attracted a hot wife like her was by being reasonably smart, kind, and attractive, plus having a willingness to change in the way she wanted him to.
The idea of Rakesh dating beautiful women was darkly fascinating to Kusha, in the same way that watching a true crime documentary would be; enthralling, but disturbing. The idea of a beautiful woman letting the ugly pervert touch them with whatever shriveled thing he kept in his pants sent a shudder of horror through her. And all of this "all women are sluts" talk? Infuriating. The disgusting, conceited little man saw all women as ripe fruit, just waiting to be plucked whenever he wished.
She was glad that Sharath had told her. Kusha knew how attractive she was and how even supposedly decent men lusted for her. If Rakesh thought women were fruit for the taking, she was surely one of the juiciest. Her lips set into a grim line of determination. She would take his money AND prove to him how wrong he was. Show him the error in his insulting worldview.
This 'slut' wouldn't be as easy prey as the gold-digging, aspiring porn stars who normally threw themselves at him.
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