8 hours ago
Rakesh turned and gestured her into the house, and, wanting nothing more in the world than to get this over with, Kusha followed. "As you can see," said Rakesh conversationally over his shoulder as he led her through the spacious living room toward the stairs, "A little interior decorating is long overdue."
Well, Kusha couldn't disagree with him there. Rakesh had purchased expensive furniture and clearly had enough money to hire a cleaning service, but his home still gave off the unmistakable air of a bachelor pad. There didn't seem to be decorations of any kind on the walls or any surface, giving the whole place an odd, lifeless, sterile feeling. Even rental properties had cheap, generic artwork for God's sake. It made Kusha feel a little better as she followed Rakesh up the stairs. He might think highly of himself, but Rakesh seemed to have no taste at all when it came to decor. One area, at least, where she was unquestionably superior.
The improvement in her mood lasted until she entered Rakesh's bedroom. The unmistakable smell of sex hung in the air, immediately wrinkling Kusha's nose and turning her stomach. But that wasn't the worst part. The worst part was the woman sitting on the edge of the bed.
Kusha supposed she should have realized that a woman would be here. She had heard a female voice in the background of the intercom after all, and it wasn't like she would hide or evaporate in the time it took Rakesh to hustle down the stairs. Rakesh's sex partner was currently dressed in a skimpy silk robe that showed off a scandalous amount of her lovely crossed legs, and was smoking a cigarette with a look of faint amusement on her cute features.
As Rakesh bustled inside, Kusha froze in the doorway, nonplussed at suddenly sharing the room with one of Rakesh's floozies. Just like Sharath had mentioned, this mystery woman was undoubtedly attractive, so she was no doubt one of the gold diggers who flocked around Rakesh. Not the type of person Kusha enjoyed associating with.
"Oh!" said Rakesh, noticing Kusha's surprise, "Of course. How rude of me. Kusha, this is Pooja. Pooja, Kusha."
Well, Kusha couldn't disagree with him there. Rakesh had purchased expensive furniture and clearly had enough money to hire a cleaning service, but his home still gave off the unmistakable air of a bachelor pad. There didn't seem to be decorations of any kind on the walls or any surface, giving the whole place an odd, lifeless, sterile feeling. Even rental properties had cheap, generic artwork for God's sake. It made Kusha feel a little better as she followed Rakesh up the stairs. He might think highly of himself, but Rakesh seemed to have no taste at all when it came to decor. One area, at least, where she was unquestionably superior.
The improvement in her mood lasted until she entered Rakesh's bedroom. The unmistakable smell of sex hung in the air, immediately wrinkling Kusha's nose and turning her stomach. But that wasn't the worst part. The worst part was the woman sitting on the edge of the bed.
Kusha supposed she should have realized that a woman would be here. She had heard a female voice in the background of the intercom after all, and it wasn't like she would hide or evaporate in the time it took Rakesh to hustle down the stairs. Rakesh's sex partner was currently dressed in a skimpy silk robe that showed off a scandalous amount of her lovely crossed legs, and was smoking a cigarette with a look of faint amusement on her cute features.
As Rakesh bustled inside, Kusha froze in the doorway, nonplussed at suddenly sharing the room with one of Rakesh's floozies. Just like Sharath had mentioned, this mystery woman was undoubtedly attractive, so she was no doubt one of the gold diggers who flocked around Rakesh. Not the type of person Kusha enjoyed associating with.
"Oh!" said Rakesh, noticing Kusha's surprise, "Of course. How rude of me. Kusha, this is Pooja. Pooja, Kusha."
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