Graceful Defeat

Rahul stared at his phone just as the doorbell rang. Payal Solanki stood eagerly on the other side of the grand entrance to his apartment.

She looked elegant in the skin-tight strapless dress; she had exposed a sinful amount of her cleavage, and Rahul unconsciously licked his lips at the sight. Payal smiled once she caught his reaction. "Sorry to interrupt you, Rahul," she said playfully, "but I couldn't resist seeing that reaction on your face."

Her voice had a teasing tone that sent shivers down Rahul's spine. He quickly composed himself, trying to hide his excitement, and invited her inside, his heart racing with anticipation for the night ahead.

As Payal stepped into Rahul's apartment, the air seemed to crackle with electric energy. The dimly lit room created an intimate atmosphere, casting a soft glow on the plush furniture and flickering candles strategically placed around the space. Rahul couldn't help but feel a surge of desire coursing through his veins as he closed the door behind them.

He led Payal further into his apartment, their footsteps muffled by the luxurious carpet beneath their feet. The anticipation in the air was palpable as if time itself had slowed down, savoring every moment of this enchanting encounter.

"What's up?" Rahul asked as he gestured for her to come in his arms. She stepped in and looked around his lavish apartment. The majority of its interior was tastefully made of the best materials.

"Nothing much. I just missed you." She replied, throwing her arms around his neck with a mischievous smile, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. Rahul felt a rush of warmth and affection towards her, realising how fortunate he was to have someone who fiercely desired him. As the night stretched out before them, he knew that they were in for an unforgettable experience filled with passion and adventure.

"Hey, handsome," she said seductively. "How do I look?" Payal asked, her voice laced with a hint of mischief. 

Rahul's heart raced as he realised the night was about to take an exciting turn. He couldn't help but feel lucky to have such a captivating woman by his side. Her flirtatious question hung in the air, tantalising Rahul's imagination. Every nerve in his body tingled with desire as he took in Payal's stunning figure draped in a curve-hugging cocktail dress.

With a charismatic smile, he responded, "Absolutely breathtaking, my dear. You always manage to leave me spellbound."

At that moment, the room seemed to shrink in excitement, the world outside fading away, as Rahul and Payal readied to indulge in a night filled with passion and prepared for the night's adventures to unfold.

Rahul wrapped his hands around Payal's waist, and she repeated the same action, and the two bodies came into one. Payal let out a small, involuntary sigh as the hardness of his member pressed against her thigh. They stood there, locked in a passionate embrace, the heat between them growing with each passing moment.

Their lips met in a fiery kiss, igniting a spark that sent shivers down their spines. Rahul's heart raced as he traced his fingers along Payal's delicate curves, feeling her body respond to his touch. Rahul's lips found their way to Payal's neck, his kisses trailing a path of fire along her skin. She arched into him, her hands gripping his shoulders as a wave of desire washed over her.

Their bodies pressed closer together, and the desire between them became almost unbearable. Rahul's hands roamed further, exploring every inch of Payal's trembling form as if trying to memorise every contour. Payal's breath hitched as his lips moved lower, leaving a trail of fiery kisses along her collarbone and down to the swell of her breasts. The electricity in the air intensified, fueling their hunger for each other. A raw passion consumed them, lost in a world where only their desires mattered.

They knew that this night would be etched in their memories forever as they surrendered to the intoxicating rhythm of their desires.

Payal's eyes rolled with uncontrollable pleasure as Rahul began to kiss her slender, sensitive neck.

"You have a beautiful new daughter-in-law, I see," Payal's eyes rolled with uncontrollable pleasure as Rahul whispered in her ear and began to kiss her slender, sensitive neck.

"Are you happy?" He asked, as his hands went to the zipper of her dress. 

Payal let out a moan of pleasure as Rahul's hands skillfully lowered the zipper of her dress, unveiling her exposed skin inch by inch. Her racing heartbeat and the pulsating anticipation in the room seemed to merge into one as she nodded with a breathless whisper, "Yes, more than I could have ever imagined." 

He yanked the zipper down in one swift motion. The fabric pooled at her feet, exposing her creamy skin and bra-covered breasts, leaving her vulnerable to his touch. Her skin glistened under the soft glow of the dimly lit room, her body a canvas of desire. Rahul's eyes devoured every inch of her, his hunger growing with each passing second. As he traced his fingers along the curves of her body, lingering over her bra straps, a surge of electricity coursed through their veins, igniting a fire that burned with an insatiable need. 

Their lips collided in a passionate frenzy, tongues intertwining as they explored each other's mouths. The taste of her, sweet and intoxicating, sent shivers down Rahul's spine. He pressed her against the wall, his hands roaming freely over her bra-covered boobs and leaving a trail of fiery kisses in their wake. Their bodies melded together perfectly as they danced to the rhythm of their desire. Time seemed to stand still as they lost themselves in the depths of their passion, their hearts pounding in sync with the intensity of their connection.

Her breath hitched as Rahul's hands unhooked her bra and caressed every inch of her exposed boobs, sending shivers down her spine. With each touch, he ignited a wildfire of desire within her, causing her to arch her back and surrender to the pleasure coursing through her veins. The room faded away as their bodies merged in a dance of passion, their hearts beating in sync and their souls intertwining in a moment of pure bliss. She always loved a sensation so intense and intoxicating with Rahul, making her wonder if this was what heaven truly felt like.

Their passion intensified as Rahul's lips met hers, his tongue dancing with hers in a feverish tango of desire. The room filled with their shared moans and the intoxicating scent of their lust. 

The air was heavy with anticipation, their hearts pounding in sync as they surrendered themselves to the intoxicating dance of passion.

Rahul pulled her towards his couch and placed her naked on his lap, his hand reaching her full, tender breasts and caressing their hardening nipples. He leaned in to capture her lips in a deep, passionate kiss, their tongues tangling together as their intensity reached an all-time high. With each touch and every whispered word, their desire grew, fueling the flames of their shared passion into a blazing inferno that consumed them both.

"Ah!" Payal tilted her head back as unbelievable pleasure burst from her kneaded breasts and into her whole body. She arched her back, eagerly pressing herself against his touch, craving more of his intoxicating caresses. Rahul's skilled hands continued to explore her body, trailing down her smooth skin, leaving a fire trail in their wake. Payal's breath hitched as he teased her lower, his fingers inching closer to where she yearned for him the most. 

The anticipation built, and with a whispered command, Rahul granted her the release she so desperately desired. "Answer me!" Rahul growled as he placed a boob in his eager mouth. His tongue swirling around the soft, creamy mould drove her crazy.

Rahul's fingers finally brushed against Payal's throbbing core, and she gasped in ecstasy, her body trembling in anticipation. The electrifying sensation intensified as he skillfully manipulated her, bringing her to the brink of release with each precise movement. At that moment, the time she seemed to stand still as Payal surrendered herself entirely to the euphoric pleasure coursing through her veins.

Payal tilted her head back as cries of pleasure left her lips, "Oh! Yes, yes!" She grabbed the back of his hair, pressing his face closer to her chest. His free hand explored the inner parts of her thigh before going to her soaking middle, and she went crazy.

"Sh shhh!" Rahul hushed her as his fingers started to work inside her. Payal was already crying at this point. No man ever had sex with her like Rahul, and she cherished every moment. Every one of his movements carried so much passion and desire. Hell, the intensity in his gaze alone made someone cum.

"Rahul, please, please!" Payal cried out as his finger swirled around her wet folds and slowly into her.

"You like that? You want more?" Rahul teased as Payal nodded helplessly. "Then listen to me. Rachna has moved in with two personal maids I got for her. I don't want any harm or abuse to come to her or her maids, understand?"

When Payal only answered with a shiver, Rahul curled his two fingers inside her, and she screamed. "Understand?" He repeated.

"Yes! Oh, yes! Rahul, please!"

"Such a pretty little thing you are," he said, dragging out his wet fingers and placing them slowly in her mouth. She moaned softly as she sucked on them. "We haven't finished discussing your husband's deal with the minister."

Payal informed him of every one of her husband's illegal dealings and secrets.

Rahul continued to pleasure Payal as she spilled out her husband's secrets--those she knew of. By the time he was done, she was barely able to walk. She didn't care about the consequences of her actions. All she wanted was Rahul.

Once Rahul was done and Payal lay limp on his bed, he got up. He had a little shower, washing himself of the woman he had just had pleasure with before changing his clothing. As he stepped out of the bathroom, he found Payal looking at him with a lazy smile on his lips.

Rahul quirked a brow at her and asked, "What?"

"Where are you going in such a hurry?" She asked as she ruffled her hair, her eyes remaining on his. A seductive look roamed in her eyes.

"In case you have forgotten, I own a company. It's not going to run itself, beautiful." He chuckled, and she pouted.

"I don't care, and I want you to take me for another round and another." She kneeled on the bed, facing her entire semi-nude body towards him. His eyes went down to the soft folds of flesh on her chest and her soft, soaking core. He was tempted, but his company came first.

"I'm sorry, Payal. I-" he began but was interrupted by her.

"I don't need your sorry!" She snapped, and Rahul was shocked by her sudden outburst. "I need you to please me again right now." She demanded. She was never a woman to take no for an answer. She was someone who always got whatever she wanted. Rahul felt a mix of desire and frustration coursing through him as he stared at Payal, her eyes blazing with determination.

He knew he should resist and prioritise his work responsibilities over his personal desires. But the intensity of her gaze, the raw need in her voice, made it difficult for him to think straight. His mind raced, torn between his obligations and the magnetic pull of Payal's insatiable desires.

No, it was not an option.

Rahul hesitated to answer, and he contemplated his next move. It wasn't like the company would collapse under these few hours he'd be busy with her. And besides, it was best to keep Payal happy. She would be more helpful in the future.

He smiled at her mischievously. He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her, "As you say, beautiful," he said, "Come, let's have a break."

They shared some drinks and snacks in the lounge, and then he showed her around his apartment.

"Oh, Rahul, your luxurious living knows no bounds." 

"You know what else has no bounds? I desire to screw you like an animal in that very bed."

"Who is stopping you? Go ahead, " she said. Payal was glad that Rahul was also confirming her thoughts.

Their next stop was his bed in his bedroom.

She raised her chin, touched her lips with his, and melted into the kiss. Her moans filled Rahul's apartment as he continued to delight her again. She laid her head on his chest and sighed in contentment. Something about the action felt more intimate than usual to Rahul. But he wouldn't lie to himself and longed for her more than anything else. 

She put down her glass and desperately pushed Rahul towards the bed until he sunk into the sheets, entertained by this turn of events. She climbed over him, and they caressed each other while squashing their lips. The heated tension caused Rahul and Payal to roll around and experiment with three different positions in his bed. 

They were having so much enjoyment in their lovemaking, and eventually, they settled on a spooning place, with which they took their sweet time to feel the to and fro of their connected bodies. Their bodies moved in perfect harmony, a rhythmic dance of passion and desire.

With every thrust and every caress, they lost themselves in the intoxicating pleasure that consumed them. The room was filled with the symphony of their moans and the sound of their bodies colliding, creating a sensual melody that echoed through the walls. Time seemed to stand still as they explored each other's deepest desires, their connection growing stronger with every passing moment. The world outside ceased to exist as they surrendered entirely to the moment, their bodies entwined in a blissful union.

Rahul contained his ejaculation for that whole time, but he promised himself to satisfy Payal before himself. So he angled his hips in a way that allowed him to curve around Payal more functionally. He hit her inside walls with so much power, and in no time, she screamed into Rahul's ear, which pushed Rahul to his alleviation.

They both lay there, recovering. Payal was the first to break the silence.

"Oh, Rahul! That was great! Why did we not meet earlier?" emphasising the missed opportunities in their past and their desire for more time together.

"Only recently have I been asking myself that question." He winked.

"My husband would need a crash course from you."

"Perhaps. Talking of your husband, you said he was planning some upgrades, correct?"

"Yes, he has a lot on his plate with some independent construction, one of his many dreams, and the bills and taxes are becoming overwhelming."

"Where is the building?"

"It was a piece of land near a block of flats in the north of Delhi, and he found out he wasn't respecting the legal distance rule, but he... never mind."

"He...?" He convinced her to talk as soon as his fingers circled her clitoral area.

"He... He exchanged favors with one of the government officials close to him and got away with it."

"I'm sure this government official could help me too, no?" His fingers were as curious as his mind, and Payal gave in to it.

"Just ask for Kailash when in need... it's the only Kailash there."

"Thank you, Payal... Your help will go a long way, you know?"

Payal's eyelids lowered like blinds, and her breathing rate quickened.

"Please continue, please..." She struggled to say.

"So," Rahul breathed into her ear, sucking the lobe softly, "Tell me who your husband does business with."

Payal moaned as Rahul gave another sharp thrust deep inside her. She gripped his back harshly with her long nails, leaving several marks on it. "Mmm... some-ah! Some men in the government, including the Minister of Health," She managed to say something in between moans.

Her words were muffled by the pleasure that consumed her, her body moving in sync with Rahul's rhythmic thrusts. The room was filled with an intoxicating mix of desire and secrecy as Payal's confession hung in the air like a forbidden fruit. With each revelation, her mind raced, knowing the consequences awaited her if their illicit affair was ever exposed. But all rationality was lost then, consumed by the primal need that surged through her veins.

Rahul let go of her slick back to get the two glasses of champagne at the table beside the bed. He handed one to her, and she sat up, gripping the sheets to cover her exposed chest as she gulped. Rahul watched her closely, "Minister of Health?" What is your husband doing with someone like him?"

Payal turned her drunk, lust-filled eyes to him, probably going to regret her following words, but was too drunk to care as she said, "He supplies Indian hemp to the minister, of course."

"Oh, I see." He exclaimed.

But before that, I want you to promise me again something regarding Rachna."

"Yes, what about my successful bahu?"

"She works for me, not for anyone else. So she has to be in perfect condition for her daily duties in my company. I would appreciate it if you promised not to stress her out in any way possible, which means no ordering her around and no domestic tasks. She and her energy need to stay intact."

"Easily done, Rahul. Rachna is sacred to our family and your company. That's something we  both have in common."

"That much is true." He smirked as he sped up the pace of his fingers, causing Payal to lose her bearings, all under his control.

******

Binita peered through her glasses as her boss walked in through the door. A fake smile immediately appeared on her lips. She was exhausted from everything she had heard on the news. Their company was standing on shaky grounds; they would all be doomed if Rachna didn't interfere.

Still, she maintained a smile on her lips as she got up, a warm greeting leaving her lips. Solanki only nodded in acknowledgement as he dragged his feet across the tiled floor, his head hanging low.

She shut the door, secured the lock, and turned to face him, sensually approaching him. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him gently. 

"You've not been around for me." She cooed into his ears. She didn't expect the shove that nearly sent her across the table.

"Not today, Binita." He said as he grabbed his system and began hitting the keys angrily. She could see that he was angry, and she knew why. Anyone in his position would be unhappy to be at the mercy of someone previously under his feet. 

She dragged down the skirt she had raised when she came over him. A little disappointed, she moved to her desk and settled when his voice called out to her again.

"Also, do well to unlock the door, Binita, so any clients who would be kind to walk in for business can have free passage."

Binita stifled a laugh. This was the man who was once an aeronautical lord. He usually had a lot of clients calling at his door, and he turned most of them away, preferring bigger and better deals, but he was now praying for clients to show up. 

The office had no line as in previous days, and the company was quiet. The day wore on with a gloomy look, and soon Solanki got up from his seat, picked up his briefcase, and headed out the door.

As if on cue, the doors of various office sections came open, and soon, the corridor was filled with staff complaining about the state of affairs and wondering if their jobs were safe. Binita stayed behind and listened till she could no longer remain quiet. It also bothered her, and she feared for her job security.

"I am so disappointed in our boss for letting such a talented woman slip through his fingers," Priya said. She had been head of marketing ever since Binita began working there. She always had the best strategies to rescue the company from economic crises. Today was a different story as she explained how many advertising firms had terminated their contracts due to the scandal. 

They all paused as she stepped out. "Did the boss say anything to you?" Rajesh asked, and she shook her head.

"Mr Solanki is visibly disturbed. Honestly, guys, we are in trouble. I do not know how we will escape such a big mess." Binita said, letting them know she shared the same views with them.

Anya piped in. "Have you heard what Rachna has accomplished? Her green building contract is the most recognized currently, and she is getting partnership deals worldwide. Every company wants to be associated with her. They would not want to get on her nerves by associating with our company. That is the main reason all this chaos is happening." 

Everyone nodded in agreement at her statement, and she pushed her hair aside before continuing. "I heard she is employing a lot of staff. They are all giving good reviews about her working relationship with her employees. Her reputation is getting higher daily; she is the most talked-about woman in India."

Everyone froze at the mention of Rachna's name on the television that hung on the wall of the office corridor where they stood. They seemed terrified somewhat and looked at her with so much admiration. She was interviewed at her project site and gave a little speech about her many plans for the green building. After that, the TV showed a brief overview of the project on the screen before the news was transported to another topic.

There were sighs as the news report came to an end.

"How did she achieve all this? I am surprised that a woman can accomplish all that from nothing. I wish to live such a life." another worker added.

"It is her intelligence that amazes me." Hassan spoke, "It is rare to see a woman speak that way. Did you see the composure and wisdom she spoke with? I am beyond impressed. I wish to marry such a lady."

They all muttered their affirmations and gave her accolades.

"I fancy that she didn't take all these ideas to the United States. Americans have bought off many Indians who succeed; they take their knowledge there for their own country. In the case of Rachna, she settled to develop her place, choosing Gorakhpur of all places, transforming it into India's America." Yajah spoke.

"There is a rumor that she will be featured in the next issue of Forbes magazine. Her net worth is growing in geometric progression." Anya disclosed. "She is causing Americans to invest in our place, bringing capital inflow. I am so proud of her."

"Do you know how many presidents have said she has inspired them to improve their places? If such a woman could do that from scratch, how much more can they who are already riding on money? Our Rachna is too much." Another member of staff spoke up.

"It is a blessing to be associated with her, and Mr Solanki should feel honored to be called her father-in-law. She multiplied everything she touched and turned common lands into money-making machines. We know about land people sell to purchase expensive jewelry and material things. Still, she saw a bigger future in all that.

The discussion grew as everyone struggled to mention what they had heard, read, or admired about her, and all they had to say were positive things. Rachna had risen to the role model level. Parents cited her as an example for their children.

To the female child, they will say, "See what a woman like you is doing. Take hints from her."

To the male child, they will say, "See what a woman is doing. As a man, I would be disappointed if you do not accomplish more than that."

"She is our only savior now. If she doesn't partner with us, then we have nothing left. Let us pray that she extends her kindness to us." Binita concluded.

The workers dispersed reluctantly. There was hardly any work for them, so in small groups, they chatted and talked about Rachna. She was becoming a household name.

Binita returned to her desk, and in a few minutes, there was a knock on her door, and it opened before she could say a word.

Anya came in and sat in the chair opposite her. "What is going on, Binita? Is there no remedy for us?'

Binita humped as she reclined in her chair, twirling it and enjoying the feeling. "There's a lot. Our stock prices are going down by 0.5% each day. We would be out of business by year's end."

Anya coughed, and Binita could not decide whether it was faked. "It is shameful. We are supposed to be at the top of the list of airline charts. Wave airways is in talks with her about having her on their seat. An investor suggested that to Mr Solanki, but he bluntly refused."

"I think he should put away his pride and listen." Binita said, "Or else he would lose everything." Then, lowering her voice, she said, "The gossips say many of our management team will resign, and I can see the signs."

Anya raised her full brows and adjusted her shirt collar. "I can't blame them, and I would do the same. If Mr Solanki is not ready to improve the company, I will not die with it."

Binita saw sense in what she said. At this point, Rachna could be considered a genius at being creative and protecting what she owned. All that was left was for Solanki to surrender at her feet and hope she would be willing to help them out.

"We can only hope he makes the right decision," Binita replied.

After Anya left, Binita groaned as the day's events ran through her mind. The mood she saw Mr Solanki in that morning told her he was severely affected by everything. She wondered where they were headed as a company and what it would take to revive them.

As she thought about Rachna, she wondered how it felt to have everyone at one's feet, wish and have it taken as a command, and be the most prominent woman whose rise to fame took the world by surprise. The Gorakhpur project was not completed, but it already brought in millions of dollars for the country. She yearned for such a lifestyle. Her whole life had been serving as Solanki's assistant, and she had never experienced self-entitled praise and such great wealth. She heard Rachna being mentioned at home by her family, in the market by the vendors and buyers, in the office by co-workers, and everywhere else.

According to buzz in Gorakhpur, several workers, laborers, suppliers, and transporters are set to get direct or indirect employment since her establishment! By simply stepping out and doing her job, she put food on the tables of many families. She had revived the hopes of many young girls written off by society. Everyone believed if Rachna could make it, they, too, could make it. 

Binita went down memory lane to when Rachna was working with them and how she was always getting criticised by Mr Solanki, either by a reduction in her basic salary or suspension. She vividly remembered Rachna rolling her cleaning equipment from office to office, doing the dirty work. Never could any of them have believed that she would one day be the decider of their fate. Indeed, the tables do turn.

Meanwhile, Rachna was out and about doing her business. The deals were pouring in, and she was having difficulty keeping up. Still, her able team was by her side, and most importantly, Rahul. She saw all the trust and hope everyone had put in her and was determined not to let them down. So she set her priorities, got to work, and began a detailed study to improve herself in business. She took energy and management lessons to ensure she gave her best. She put in a lot of work, from research tonight studies to team meetings and positive engagement.

Most importantly, she didn't want to let Rahul down. He had invested so much in her and her family, and she wanted him to be proud of her. She wanted to be a project whose return outweighed its investment, and she was getting there rapidly, too. She was on top of the world. Everything in her life was stable, and it was all thanks to Rahul. She swore she would do anything to make him happy if she couldn't pay him back monetarily. Her life was a miracle, and she wanted to let someone else have such a golden opportunity. In the same way, Rahul saved her, and she tried to keep someone else, too. She smiled as she realised she had just added one more item to her to-do list.

*******

Rahul stared at Suman as she confidently walked in and perched on the sofa's edge in the living room. He was bare-chested, and the only clothing he had on was his briefs, which did very little to hide the protruding rod that had come alive the minute she knocked at the door.

She yearned to see him, and he asked her to come over. Of course, he had been expecting to get down and dirty with her, but she surprised him with how ready she was. 

Her saree was purple; he had never seen her in that color before. It gave her skin a mesmerising look that made him unable to take his eyes off her. Now, he understood why it was her favorite color. The blouse had no sleeves, and she ensured her pallu was incorrectly positioned so he could view her beautiful upper body.

He realised when she turned that her saree blouse was designed so that a significant percentage of her back was left bare to his eyes. The only part covered was the one securing her bra length.

"I don't mind if you look at me this way all day. I am your model, after all." She said, breaking his thoughts free.

Rahul scoffed and turned away. "You had to show up looking this tempting? It seems you don't want me to do any work today." He began moving out into the kitchen.

She followed him. "Well, that was the goal." As he turned in surprise at her statement, she bit her lower lip and cocked her head, raising her brows in a mock dare.

Rahul laughed heartily and grabbed the sizeable ceramic mug filled with powdered coffee. "I was just making coffee when you arrived. Would you like a cup?" He asked as he turned the mildly hot water from the jug into the cup.

Shaking her head, Suman replied. "I would like to feel your hands all over my body. Nothing would give me more satisfaction." She leaned on him from behind as she made her statement, letting her boobs press into his stiff back.

She began caressing his chest with both hands, tracing it with her fingertips and planting soft kisses on the nape of his neck.

Rahul stiffened as she touched him and took a sip of his coffee. He wanted to devour her there and then, but he had so much work to do, and the way she looked, he knew if he attempted anything, he would spend the whole day with her and damn everything else.

Then her hand slipped under his briefs and grabbed his cock. She moaned as she ran it through her fingers. "You're so hard for me." She said huskily.

The mug left Rahul's hand with a thud and landed on the kitchen counter with a loud thud, spilling some of its content on it.

Rahul's eyes closed as she increased the rate at which she stroked him. His muscles hardened under her touch, and his breathing became raspy. She glided his cock in her hands with intense pressure, treating it like royalty and occasionally playing with the head. 

She was having a good time.

Each time she felt him about to come, she switched pace and rhythm, leaving him hanging. The third time she did it, he spun around, switched positions with her, and pinned her against the counter.

"What the hell are you doing?" He asked in a hushed tone.

"I want you to get angry and make love to me like an angry man." She whispered in response. They were standing facing each other, and their breaths mixed.

Suman could see sparks fly from his eyes, which she wanted.

"Is that so?" He asked and saw her head go down in a nod. He grasped the knot of her saree, and, with one pull, the fabric unraveled itself in front of his eyes.

She breathed loudly as it separated, exposing her fair thighs to him. Her pant was white and spotless, but he knew they would be wet from his touch in minutes. He looked at her and reached behind her to undo the zip of her saree blouse.

A white bra kept her breasts from falling as he tossed her blouse to the floor, scanning her entire body with his eyes.

He closed the little distance between them and went down on one knee. As his hand pulled down her pants, Suman shuddered and placed her hand on his shoulder as he helped her out of it. He kissed her right thigh from the bottom up, tracing her smooth skin to the flower beneath her legs. She gasped as he drew closer and closer to where her treasure lay and released a loud sigh when he blew on it and covered his lips around her.

Her elbows pressed back onto the counter as she stroked her hair and moaned. He sucked on her clit, and her body vibrated. His hands were firm on her thighs, pressing into their softness while his tongue violated her holy space. She began dripping on his tongue as it flicked over her till she came bursting on him.

He was on his feet immediately as she basked in pleasure. Still, before gaining balance, his finger entered her and began a see-saw game in her body.

She gasped, "Ooh... Ahhh... Ooh." Her body went weak. She could feel him inside her, finding his way; the journey was long.

"This is what you wanted, right?" He asked, and she nodded in response, swallowing every second. "Take off your bra." He commanded, and she wasted no time reaching behind to undo her bra.

His hands remained in her, torturing her core with their length as she struggled with the hook of her bra. When it came off, he took a nipple and sucked on it with the same intensity he had used on her clit. Her legs wobbled, and her eyes rolled in pleasure as he gave her a double dose of the needed medicine.

She spilled over his fingers, and her scream filled the apartment but was cut short as she felt a more prominent, manly presence fill her. She stared at him wide-eyed.

"Rahul," she called, but he was too lost in the moment to listen. 

She was tired, having been released twice, but she said he wasn't ready to hear a word. "You wanted me to make love to you like an angry man, right? Here you go." 

Her body accepted him, and soon, her pleasure only increased. He slammed into her, groaning loudly as her folds tightened around him. His right hand squeezed her left breast as he moved nonstop in her, and his left hand held back her head, exposing her neck to his mouth torment. 

"Ahhh... Ahh," she exclaimed as his cock collided with her G-spot repeatedly until they came, holding each other for support.

After some minutes, he guided her to the room and kissed her as his hands cuddled her face.

"You got what you wanted. What do you say?" He playfully asked.

"Thank you, Rahul." She screamed with joy, wanting anyone who cared to hear her. "You're a demon in bed! I love it!" She commended. "You know your way around a woman's body. I can't believe this is what my mother-in-law is enjoying."

She got up and began dressing from the wardrobe he had allocated to her. He told her to take it off and try something else each time she dressed. That wasn't because she didn't look good in them, but he just enjoyed watching her butt cheeks jutting out from under her panties. She looked so damn good.

They locked their eyes on each other through the mirror Suman faced, and their love-making session replayed in her head.

The phone rang, interrupting their special moment. Rachna was on the line.

"Rahul, I have good news for you!" Her voice was filled with excitement. "Where can I see you?" She asked.

"I'm home," he replied, "You can come over."

"Oh, I'm going to be doomed," Suman said as soon as he dropped the call. "I better get going."

He got up and kissed her neck. "No, stay. She is just here for business. I'll take her to another room to discuss, and you stay hidden."

After ensuring Suman was out of sight, he locked the room and moved to the living room, waiting for Rachna's arrival.

She was there in a few minutes, and he thanked God he had advised Suman to stay. Instead, they would have met on their way out.

She jumped into his arms and hugged him as soon as the doors came open. "Oh, Rahul, the catering business is also increasing. Everyone is inquiring about it, and I can't count how many investors have indicated interest. This is so amazing!"

He looked at her in awe. "For the catering business?" He required confirmation.

"Yes...." She giggled. "This is it. Suman's name will be out there, and every credit still goes to the green building, which exists because of you!" She said, hugging him tighter.

He smirked, "Well, this is worth celebrating, and what better way to do this?" He raised his brows, and she understood what he meant.

"Where are we going?" She asked as he carried her to the right wing of the house. "Your bedroom is the other way."

"I know," he said, continuing, "I want you to experience something else."

With a press of codes, a door opened, leading to a room with bottles of wine and a pool table. The other side of the wall was made of pure glass. She could see the apartment swimming pool, people getting some tan, and others diving in and out of the water, having a beautiful summer.

"This view is beautiful," she gasped and shook her head when she felt her zip come undone. Her hands went to her breasts immediately, trying to cover herself.

"They can see us." She complained, trying to get behind him to hide.

Rahul laughed. "We can see them, but they can see us. It's opaque from the outside."

He used his hands to take hers away from her body, her blue and black striped matching underwear gazing at him. He unhooked her bra and kissed both breasts, her perfume hitting his nose. Very high class, and he thought, typical Rachna.

Her pants followed suit, and he took both breasts in his hands and began kneading them. She began panting slowly, her chest heaving as she watched his hand wiggle her nipples.

He took off his briefs and led her to the sofa at the end of the room.

Settling on it, he took her hands and led her to sit on him, guiding him through her entrance. Her lips parted as his tip entered her and widened as the total length shot into her.

Rahul kissed her once more, energetically, wantonly! She returned his kisses, stroking his back. Her full bosoms skipped unreservedly. He kissed and sucked them, snacking her nipples.

His long fingers moving along her flanks caused her to feel intoxicated. She suffocated in unsteadiness; her nipples became burdensome, and she automatically grasped his hand and let him contact her.

Her groans gradually moved off the edge of her tongue and out of her mouth. He grasped her bosoms, moving her nipples between his fingers until she figured she would cry from the joy. She stood up against him, intentionally grating her butt against his pelvis.

She began riding him. His hips assisted her while his hands went to her ass, squeezing and slapping. Her breasts pounded against his chest, and the feeling he had in his groin each time her nipples grazed his chest was inexplicable.

He fondled her breasts and ass occasionally as they drove each other widely. When her moans grew louder, he silenced her by engaging her lips in a long kiss.

His strokes grew more demanding as he kissed her, holding her arched back to keep her position in him, and when they came together, they were both out of breath.

"You're the best man in the world." She confessed.

He walked her to the car and hugged her. "I am so proud of you. I know you will only keep doing better."

Rachna's smile was wide. "Thank you, Rahul. You always motivate me to do better."

He opened the door for her, and she went in. They waved to each other as her car left his driveway and headed back to her house.

He stayed an extra five minutes after she left before returning to Suman.

Rahul returned inside to meet Suman the way he had left her.

*******

After giving herself one last look in the mirror, satisfied by her choice of attire, Rachna grabbed her purse and headed out of her and Kabir's bedroom. He had stopped sleeping in the same bed with her due to her request. But she was still determining how long he would abide by her will. Speaking of the devil, she met him in the hallway.

"You're on your way to work already?" he pouted. He had hoped that he would at least be able to have a small chat with her before she left.

Rachna nodded, "Yes, I'm almost running late."

Kabir stepped closer, his eyes focused on her lips as he said, "I haven't even gotten a taste of those yet." He exhaled. His following action caught her off guard. Rachna's eyes widened as Kabir was less than an inch away from her within a matter of a second, their lips a breath away from touching. "Please," he begged as his eyes stayed focused on her lips. He wondered how they tasted, how soft they were and how good they would feel against his.

As he shut his eyes, ready to dive in for a kiss, Rachna withdrew herself from him, making him groan in frustration. She took several steps back, which resulted in a frown overtaking his lips.

"I'm sorry, Kabir. Maybe some other time," she said quickly before walking past him, leaving his head and heart in disarray as he watched her leave. He began to think that his wife may not have feelings for him. That was why she kept avoiding him. Unless there was someone else....

On her way out, Rachna met Divya. A glance passed between the two, "take care of him." No more words needed to be said as she nodded in understanding. Rachna smiled as she stepped out of the Solanki mansion, eager to meet someone special.

Once Rachna had arrived at Rahul's company, she smiled, greeted the receptionist, and strolled to the elevator. She wasted no time going to Rahul's office, knocking softly on the door before entering. On hearing her footsteps, Rahul looked up, and they smiled at each other once their eyes met.

"Well, my morning has been blessed now," Rahul said, making Rachna giggle. She walked around his desk and sat on his lap, kissing softly on his lips. His hands went to her waist, pulling her closer to him.

"What's new?" He asked.

"Nothing, the same usual stuff." She shrugged.

"Come to me," he said, placing an arm around her and pulling her closer.

"Oh, I feel so relaxed here," she said, burying her face in his chest.

"It seems the guy has been bothering you." He said, smiling.

"Yes," she said, "I don't know what to do. I wonder how long this will go. Still, I don't feel anything about him."

"Hmm," he sighed, "Divya reports her progress regularly. She will act as a cover for you, at least for the time being."

"That will be a slight relief, but I miss you every time," Rachna admitted.

Every day had become more complex and more demanding for her to stay away from him. She was getting used to him, almost addicted. This could be a problem shortly, but she didn't care.

"I missed you too, my girl," the nickname caused the heat in her cheeks to rise, and she snuggled her face into his neck. She started leaving trails of kisses down his neck and took off his suit jacket and shirt. Rahul simply sat back and let her take control. Once his chest was fully exposed, she left another long trail of kisses down his torso as she undid the belt of his trousers until she left him bare on his chair, her eyes going towards his throbbing member. She licked her lips, and Rahul gave her one of his devilish smirks. "You like that?"

"Yes," Rachna practically drooled as she lowered herself on him. She picked up the swollen staff, and her tongue slid up the entire length of his cock as her hands went to his balls. Rahul's eyes rolled to his head as all the blood rushed to his throbbing dick. Her soft tongue on his sensitive parts had him practically shaking with pleasure.

He grabbed her soft, silky hair as she took the whole thing in her mouth. A silent moan escaped his lips as his cock was engulfed by the quiet, warm cave known as her mouth. His tip hit the back of her throat, hitting her gag reflex. He twitched inside her before shooting some of his hot seed down her throat. Once he was done, she wiped her lips and slowly took off her clothes, teasing him incredibly slowly. Rahul's lust-filled eyes followed her every movement until there was no article of clothing on her body.

She got on top of him and aligned her entrance with his tip before settling down on him, and a gasp left both of them as he entered her. She started to move up and down on him, and her boobs bounced right in front of his face as she moved. He took a nipple into his mouth as she continued to ride him. Their eyes never left each other as they made love like never before. Soon, they both hit their climax, and Rahul barely had time to get her off him before shooting inside her. And she moaned as he filled her up completely. She collapsed on top of him, and the two sat naked, enjoying the feel of each other's bodies pressed against each other.

*****

In the Solanki mansion, Kabir sat atop his bed with his head in his hands. His mind was clouded with images of Divya's nude figure dominating him. Kabir had just begun to relish Divya's company. Still, at the same time, all he wanted was Rachna. He did not like the part of him that wanted Divya, but at the same time, he did. Did he? His thoughts were driving him crazy. He sat in their room, going through the wedding photos of Rachna spread across social media with numerous likes and views. He loved every inch of her face, her body. Her attitude and overall character were attractive beyond belief. But he could not understand why she was being so difficult.

A knock at the door brought him out of his thoughts, "Yes? Come in." He said, giving the other person permission. The entrance to his bedroom creaked open, speaking of the devil, and she appeared. The doors opened to reveal his new discovery, Divya.

"Good afternoon, Kabir," she said, smiling sweetly at him.

She didn't bother anything before barging into his room, a mischievous smile playing on her lips, "Were you thinking about me?" She shut the door behind her before leaning casually against it.

"Yes, good afternoon. Any problem?" He asked hurriedly. He wasn't in the mood to speak to anyone besides Rachna, who he had no idea where she was.

She shook her head quickly, "No, there is no problem at all, Kabir. Rachna ma'am ordered that I check whether you need anything." She didn't inform him of her madam's other orders.

See? She was a pure demon.

"What are you doing here?" Kabir asked, his tongue unconsciously sliding across his lower lip. His eyes roamed her delicious body in a short black dress. What was she doing wearing clothes like that around the house? Perhaps she was out to get him, he thought to himself.

"I came to make more memories with you, of course," she moved closer to him, and he shuffled backwards till his back hit the headboard. She climbed on top of the bed and moved towards him with her hands and knees. Not once did she take her eyes off him. Her devilish smile dominated her features as she looked at him with much desire.

"Divya, no. What happened the other night was a mis-" he murmured.

"Ssh!" She silenced him by placing her finger on his lips, and their faces were so close they could feel each other's breaths on their faces. Divya looked at him with so much want. It was maddening. "Don't you dare call what we had a mistake?"

His eyes briefly went to her lips before returning to her eyes, "Divya...."

She rushed over to him and guided him to the bed, "It's okay," she coaxed. His hand went to her waist as she gently set him down on the bed. He looked at her with drooping eyes, "You're gorgeous." He said, and she smiled.

"Thank you," she replied. She looked at him briefly before moving her hand across his chest. Her eyes remained on his as she slowly lifted his shirt. His pulsating heart relaxed as he complied and followed her movements, allowing her to take off his shirt.

Her eyes went to his lips, and she pressed hers against his. They both relished in the taste of each other's lips. Kabir's hands went to her waist, and their bodies lay pressed together on the bed. His mind occasionally went to Rachna, and he'd try replacing Divya's face with his wife's until it eventually worked. He opened his eyes, and all he could see was Rachna's angelic face. Swiftly, he switched their positions and pinned Divya against the bed.

Divya slowly placed soft kisses on his chest, making Kabir sigh in contentment. His hands went to her hair before going to her chin, bringing her lips to meet his in a slow, sensual kiss. Their lips remained sealed together as Kabir began to take off her sari. Soon, Divya revealed her whole body to him, and his member's throbbing became unbearable. As if sensing his predicament, she began to undo his jeans, slowly slipping them off his legs before going to his underwear. Slowly, she pulled them off to reveal his magnificent manhood.

Divya couldn't hold back her gasp.

"You like what you see, princess?" He asked, a slight smirk on his lips accompanied by drunken eyes.

"Yes," Divya answered, her eyes remaining on his veiny member.

He attacked her neck with his lips, and she gripped his broad shoulders to keep herself steady. Kabir did something that surprised both of them. He tore Divya's sari off her body, making her gasp. He continued his assault as he ripped every article of clothing on her body until nothing was left. His fingers grazed the soaked fabric of her underwear, and she shuddered. He continued to tease her by massaging her against the material until she groaned with frustration. He got the hint, slid two fingers past her panties, and embedded them deep inside her without mercy. Divya loudly moaned to soar across the entire mansion, but neither cared.

Just as she was about to climax, he pulled his fingers out of her, and she was on the verge of tears. She was about to complain when she heard a loud rip followed by excellent air hitting her middle.

Kabir had torn her underwear to shreds.

He wasted no time slamming his entire length inside her harshly, and she screamed with shock and pain. He did it so swiftly that she was unsure whether she could walk for the rest of the day. Their lips met once again as he guided his tip to her centre. he entered slowly, and they both gasped at the sensation. Kabir's head reeled back as her warmth surrounded his dick. He bounced on top of her as she simultaneously met him with his powerful thrusts. Her breasts bounced gingerly on her chest.

Kabir managed to open his eyes, and what he saw made him smile and thrust harder. "Rachna..." Instead of Divya, he saw Rachna under him. Her face twisted with lust and pleasure as soft moans escaped her cherry-pink lips. Kabir lost control, and his thrusts became more reckless. He moaned as he began to thrust in and out of her until his movements quickened,  releasing everything he had inside her. The two released their orgasms along with a sigh of satisfaction. 

He collapsed on top of her, his cock still embedded in her centre as she laid her head on his shoulder, her arms wrapping around his torso. Kabir wrapped his arms around her slender body, and Divya felt a sense of peace and tranquillity for a split second. But that all transformed into heartbreak and a tear as Kabir uttered a single word.

"Rachna...."

****

Rachna returned home later that evening to find Kabir lying on the bed with drunken eyes; his hair and chest were ruffled. She tried her best not to stare, and he looked lost. She cleared her throat, and his eyes snapped to her, "Good evening." She greeted.

He stared at her for a few seconds. "Good evening," he greeted coldly, his tone shocking her, but she did not mention it. She strolled casually to her wardrobe, and Kabir's eyes didn't leave her. He couldn't believe how beautiful she was. Every stride of hers held so much grace and elegance. He wondered why she kept avoiding him. Was he not rich enough? Was he ugly in her eyes? Was he lacking something she wanted? Was there something he wasn't doing to make her happy?

"How was work?" Out of all the questions in his head, that was what he chose to ask. He sat up and pressed his bare back against the cold headboard--memories of his earlier escapade with Divya replaying freshly in his memory.

"Good as always," she smiled, Kabir unaware of the hidden meaning. He got off the bed and approached her, and she became alarmed. She wondered why he was coming so close. What was it he wanted to do? Her eyes scanned every inch of their bedroom, looking for any excuse that could help her escape the drama that was to come.

As if noticing her panic, he stopped. He gave her a long, hard look before asking, "Is there something wrong with me?" His voice came out weak, and it was so vulnerable. Rachna looked at him, her eyes filled with surprise at his question.

Kabir was one of the best and nicest people she had ever met, and he was handsome. But she couldn't be with him in that regard, and her heart belonged to someone else. Nevertheless, she answered his questions truthfully, "No, why would you say that?"

"You've been avoiding me," he pouted, and she was almost awed at how cute and childlike his face had become. "Every time I try to touch you, you push me away. Am I perhaps lacking something?"

Rachna did not think of the emotional effect this would have on her husband. She had been so selfish, but at the same time, it wasn't necessarily her fault. Being with another man other than Rahul sent goosebumps across her skin. She just couldn't.

"No, Kabir," Rachna sighed, adjusting the scarf on her neck.

"Then what's the problem?" Annoyance was starting to creep up in his voice, and she knew she had to leave before things got out of hand.

"Nothing," she stepped back as he took one forward. His annoyance began to morph into that of anger as he glared at her.

"Then come here!" He reached out to grab her arm, but she quickly dodged.

"No! Just wait!" Rachna screamed as she jumped back. The room fell silent, and she looked at Kabir to find a hurt and saddened expression on his face.

"Very well," he said icily. Rachna almost did not notice the piling water in his eyes until he blinked them away.

Suddenly, Rahul's words echoed in her head, "Cover, Divya, her progress..."

"Divya," she muttered, " I had given some assignments to Divya. I'll see where she is."

Hearing Divya's name, Rachna could observe a change in Kabir's expressions. Rahul was right.

Kabir turned away from her and went to bed, covering himself with a duvet. He said nothing more. Rachna stood there, not knowing what to do, and she felt uncomfortable getting in the same bed with him.

She shook her head before grabbing her purse and heading out the front door. Getting into a car, she drove out of the Solanki mansion and into the darkness of the cold evening. It welcomed her. There was only one place she was ever truly comfortable: Rahul's arms. She did not bother to think of the tears Kabir had shed on her way to True Friend's apartment.

Once she got there, she knocked quietly against the hardwood. Ten seconds later, the door opened to reveal a shirtless Rahul, his rock-hard, statue-sculpted chest on full display to her. His hair was messy as it pointed in all directions; a few strands covered his hypnotizing eyes, and Rachna could not lie. He was breathtaking.

Rahul's brows creased together as he noticed the saddened look on her face. He tilted his chin towards her. The action always made him look hotter than he already was. "Why the long face?" He asked.

She grabbed the sides of his face and pressed their lips together for a moment before pulling away, "Please just help me forget," she whispered against his lips. They held each other's gaze, their eyes filled with so much desire it could drive anyone insane.

She was swept off her feet and in Rahul's arms in the blink of an eye. The arms she had always felt safe in, the arms that brought her the kind of comfort no one else in this world could.

Rahul shut the door with his leg and led her to his bedroom. He threw her roughly on the bed, and she gasped as her back hit the soft mattress. She quickly propped herself up with her knees, and Rahul removed her saree. He wasted no time devouring her succulent nipples when she was fully exposed to him as he laid her down gently on the bed. A moan escaped her lips as his soft tongue made contact with the hardened nub. He sucked mercilessly before attacking its twin, repeating the same action. Her hands flew to his hair, pressing his face deeper into the soft mound of flesh as she moaned uncontrollably.

He withdrew his lips and blew softly on her glistening pink flesh. A shiver ran up Rachna's spine at the incredible sensation. His lips were like feathery touches as he kissed her neck, then her shoulders, to between her breasts and down her slender stomach. He stopped just above her soaking wet middle and kissed both sides of her inner thigh before latching his lips onto her swollen folds.

She screamed.

Rachna's grip on Rahul's hair tightened as he worked magic around her swollen pussy. Her back arched, pushing her middle deeper into his mouth, making him moan. His tongue slid across her dripping folds softly, and her moans grew louder and louder the faster he went. She had never felt so good in her life.

Without warning, Rahul took out two of his fingers and slid them deep inside her without mercy. Her moans vibrated off the walls and could be heard throughout the apartment. His swift and sweet movements sent shock waves throughout her body until she began to shake. Rahul shuddered as his fingers were engulfed by the warmness of her pussy. Her fluids made it easy for him to thrust in and out of her smoothly, his fingers stretching her insides and preparing her for his entrance.

Rachna's legs began to shake, and Rahul's eyes met her drunken ones. "You like that?" She nodded, and he pushed his fingers deeper into her, making her groan, "I need words, baby."

"Y-yes...." She stuttered as he quickened the pace of his fingers. Her eyes rolled back as the pleasure became overwhelming. She felt like she was about to faint.

"Good," he returned his lips to her throbbing clits and attacked them mercilessly. Her entire body shook as her climax began to build. All it took was one kore flick of his tongue against her nub, and she reached her climax, releasing her juices into his mouth. He swallowed every single drop before humming in delight. He removed his fingers from inside her and licked every last drop of cum on them.

He went to her head and dropped a sweet kiss on her lips, she could taste her cum all over his mouth, and it only seemed to turn her on more. Unfortunately, her body became too weak to move. She felt so at peace.

"I have some good news for you," Rahul started, and she hummed tiredly, indicating for him to continue. "Some of my associates in the business community would like to organise a facilitation program for you at Taj."

All forms of fatigue left her as her eyes widened with unbelievable excitement, "Really?" She used her elbow to prop herself on the bed, turning to her side to face him. A wide smile graced her angelic face.

He nodded with a smile, "Yes, my dear girl." She blushed at the nickname as he continued, "And," he smiled deviously, "I have invited some of Solanki's long-time associates. They are all coming to see you present."

"Wow! This is such an amazing opportunity!" She said with gladness in her heart.

"Indeed, it is. We are likely to attract a lot of good investors. It's an amazing opportunity for the company," he said, admiring Rachna. "And it's all thanks to you."

Her brows shot to the top of her head, "Me?"

He nodded, "Yes, you. You have been nothing but a blessing ever since you stumbled into my life. I can't thank you enough, Rachna."

Her heart beat wildly in her chest. Rahul had always made her feel loved and cherished. If anything, he was a blessing in her life. She embraced him, and their naked bodies were pressed firmly against each other.

"No, thank you." She said, smiling into his broad shoulder.

Rachna returned to the Solanki mansion early the following day. She entered her bedroom expecting to see Kabir, but he was nowhere to be found.

Rachna ordered Prisha and Divya to prepare a delicious breakfast for the whole family, and they did. Payal was the first to arrive, and she greeted Rachna with a bright smile before taking a seat. Next was Kabir, and he had tiny layers of eye bags beneath his tired eyes. He made no eye contact with Rachna nor attempted to engage her in a conversation.

If Rachna thought Kabir looked bad, Solanki might as well have been a walking corpse as he dragged his feet tiredly to the head of the table. Payal looked at him with disgust, "You have no shame. You reek of alcohol and look like you haven't showered for days! Is that any way to present yourself in front of the children?"

Solanki did not answer. He sat there staring off into space, and his mind was plagued with the negative thoughts haunting him for the past few days.

Payal scoffed at his silence, "Pathetic."

Rachna stood awkwardly and couldn't help but notice how broken this family was. It was such a shame. Despite being aware of this fact, she shared her good news with them. She told them how Rahul and his business associates were organising a facilitation program at Taj. They were all invited to attend.

Solanki took one last gulp of his juice before rising to his feet and saying, "I'm not coming," before storming out of the dining hall.

"Solanki!" Payal called after him, perplexed by his harsh words and actions.

"The same goes for me, and I have a lot of work to do that day," Payal and Rachna knew he was lying. Kabir was not the type to be busy, but Rachna remained silent as she watched her husband exit the dining hall.

A sigh escaped Payal's lips. It seemed as though she was about to give up on everything that had to do with life for a brief second. But then she put on the mask she always wore for the whole world. Her eyes fell on Rachna, and she gave her a forced smile.

"Don't worry, dear. I'll be present," she assured, and Rachna smiled. She had heard rumours of Payal Solanki being the most demonic creature in India. But she had been so lovely towards Rachna that she wasn't sure if her affection was genuine or acted.

"Thank you, ma," Rachna replied to her as respectfully as she could.

On the day of the facilitation program, she arrived sooner than expected. Early that morning, Rachna looked at herself in the mirror for over ten minutes, contemplating whether or not her choice of clothing was the best. She had chosen to go with a more modern look. That morning, a white shirt, a black blazer, and a body-hugging skirt were a choice. Her long, silky hair had been packed into a messy bun, and her make-up was darker. She wondered whether her outfit was appropriate for such an event. Still, Kabir's words behind her lifted the weight off his chest.

"You look stunning," he complimented. She turned around to face him, a little tint to her cheeks.

"Thank you," she had the sudden urge to ask whether or not he had changed his mind about not wanting to come but decided not to. She thought it was best to avoid such conversations, especially today.

Kabir looked at her solemnly; he opened his arms for her, and she looked at him warily. One hug wouldn't hurt now, would it? She accepted his arms and embraced him in a tight hug. A gentle sigh escaped Kabir's lips as she placed her head on his chest. She could hear his heartbeat, and oddly enough, the sound was incredibly soothing. She pulled away quickly, to Kabir's dismay, causing a frown to take over his lips.

She cleared her throat, "I should get going now. Where is Divya? Did she pack my bag? I'll have to check."

Rachna's mere mention of Divya's name gave Kabir a sense of guilt. He nodded but did not attempt to hide his sadness as she left.

The number of attendees at the Taj was more than Rahul had expected. Much more, indeed. Potential clients, investors, and speculators were present, some being Solanki's long-time associates while others were not. There was barely any space to move between the great mass of people, not to talk of seats. But everyone present was willing to stand for hours to hear what Rachna had to say. Many had doubts and disbelief in their hearts and could not believe a woman could have such intelligence.

But today, they were in for a big surprise.

After minutes of searching, Rachna could locate Rahul not too far off the grand stage, and he smiled once he saw her, "Ready?" He asked, and she shook her head. "I know this is a lot more than we anticipated. I understand if it can be a bit overwhelming. Still, you can handle it, just like you handled other tough situations. You're a fighter. Never forget that."

Rahul's words made her eyes well up with tears, but she dared not let them fall. She couldn't afford to ruin her make-up at a time like this. She gave him a quick hug and thanked him. Her name had been called on stage, and her heart was a second away from bursting.

"Just calm down. You've got this," Rahul soothed to calm her racing heart. She nodded and repeated the exact words as she climbed up the stage. Everyone present had gone silent, their scrutinising eyes focused solely on Rachna.

They judged everything.

From her attire to how she walked and spoke to the last strand of hair atop her head. Everyone listened attentively as she said, and if they were being honest, they were impressed by the first sentence. Her tone was professional, and she wasted no time getting straight to the point. Rachna spoke with confidence. If you listened carefully, you could catch the hint of authority in her words.

Sometimes, someone from the crowd would ask her questions, and she'd answer skillfully.

They all marvelled at her intelligence.

Many had attended the facilitation program believing she was well known because she was the daughter-in-law of Solanki. But that was not the case. Rachna had her own brains and was unstoppable, accompanied by her flawless beauty.

Rahul watched her with admiration as she spoke when he felt a tap on his shoulder. He tilted his head to come face to face with Payal. She had this childlike excitement in her eyes whenever she was with Rahul. He always made her feel warm inside without trying. "Namaste, Rahul." She greeted him.

"Namaste."

Payal tilted her chin towards Rachna as she answered someone else's question, "She seems to be doing well," she commented, and Rahul nodded.

"She always does," Payal frowned as she witnessed an emotion flash in his eyes. She was unable to identify what it was.

Payal leaned closer to his ear and whispered, "I have some information for you."

Rahul did his best to conceal the smile forming on his lips. He brought them to her ear and whispered, "Not here, let's go to my suite."

Payal's eyes flashed excitedly as they slithered through the sea of people. Rahul threw one last glance at Rachna before disappearing behind the elevator. He watched as the bright smile on her lips lingered as she spoke.

He knew she was going to be alright.

"Now," Rahul started once they had entered his private suite, locking the door behind him. "What news could you possibly have for me."

"Come here," Payal demanded, and he silently obliged. She wrapped her arms around his neck and lifted herself to his height by standing on her toes, and she placed a soft kiss on his lips before pulling away. "Here we are, once more. You are so smart, Rahul." She jumped with joy when he kissed her back deeply.

"Hmm, I was just waiting for the info." He said, making Payal roll her eyes.

"We are getting to that. Let's have some fun first," she said before pressing their lips together again. He responded more eagerly this time, and she smiled into the kiss. He brought his hands to cup her breast through the fabric. She moaned as his large hands massaged it softly.

He led her to the bed before slowly taking off her strapless navy blue dress that left nothing to the imagination. Her breasts bounced free, and he wasted no time attacking her nipple with his mouth as his hand kneaded the other. Payal sighed with satisfaction and contentment.

"One of my- ah!" She gasped as Rahul pinched her nipple harshly, the pleasurable pain causing the wetness between her legs to increase. She struggled to focus as she spoke, "One of my husband's associates is in town - oh! I told him about you, h-he is the real deal, and he's willing to invest in your company."

Rahul withdrew his lips from her and smiled, "You're such a good girl," he teased, and she couldn't help the blush that crept up her neck. He undid the belt of his trousers, and his dick sprung free from beneath his underwear. He wasted no time diving into her, causing her to scream in pleasure. Her legs wrapped around his waist, and her heels pushed the back of his waist, urging him faster, and he did. Her moans filled the entire suite as she continued to spill more of Solanki's secrets.

*****

Solanki stared out his bedroom balcony, trying to forget the happenings in his family. He sat with a bottle of whiskey and glared at nothing in particular as his mind wandered. He knew that Rachna was already hitting the headlines and attracting potential investors and partners for Rahul, which could only mean one thing.

More insult to his name.

Solanki did not want to attend because he was confident people would make fun of him for firing someone as brilliant as her for something so trivial. Not to mention the negative thoughts that had plagued his mind for the past few weeks. He couldn't believe how stupid he had been, and now he was paying the price for his actions.

And it was a heavy one.

His mind was far from him as he looked at the city beyond. He didn't even notice Prisha, the young maid, who stood right behind him until she said, "Sir?"

Solanki jumped. He turned around to find Prisha. She was one of the maids he knew Rachna had brought over to assist in chores. She was very petite but beautiful. Solanki noticed both her hands were placed behind her back. He made no mention of it, "Can't you knock?" Solanki snapped, staring at her with nothing but irritation.

Prisha was unbothered by his attitude, and she was a woman with a heart of steel. But beneath those thick layers of steel was a heart of gold. "I did, sir. You didn't answer." She said monotonously.

"And you saw it fit just barge in?" He said, glaring at the young female.

"Yes," Solanki was shocked by her bluntness but irritated nonetheless. He turned away from her and continued to stare off into the distance.

"What do you want?" He asked with irritation. He was tired.

I am tired of getting humiliated.

I am tired of the loss.

I am tired of everything. 

When Prisha did not respond, he turned back around to face her. Her dazzling smile met him as she took out a bottle of whiskey and two glasses she had hidden behind her back. "Well, I thought you could use the company, and I'd like to get to know my madam's father-in-law a little better."

Solanki looked at her suspiciously, "Why?"

Prisha shrugged, "Why not?"

Solanki debated on her offer. He had been through a lot, and everyone hated him. Having one listening ear would be good for him.

He accepted her offer.

The two sat together on little chairs on Solanki's bedroom balcony. He told her everything that was going on, and she listened attentively. They drank nonstop until the bottle was as good as empty.

Solanki stood up and stumbled back into his room, "I'm sorry, I need to sleep. I'm so tired." He stumbled once again, and she got up to support him this time. "Oh, that's not necessary-"

"It's okay, I'm here," Prisha said soothingly, her arms encircling his waist as she led him to the bed. She laid him gently on the bed and grabbed him, straddling his waist.

She began to take off her clothes slowly, and Solanki could barely keep his eyes open as he stared at her with lust in his eyes, "What are you-"

"Ssh..." she brought her lips to his ear. She nibbled on his earlobe as she said, "Relax. It's okay." She coaxed, and Solanki relaxed back in his bed. He loved where this was going.

She was completely bare before him in no time, and she began to take off every article of clothing on his body. The last thing Solanki remembered from that moment was Prisha's lips moving. Like she was asking something, and he found himself answering. She got on top of him and began to ride him, and her eyes focused on him as her lips moved once again.

He knew they had an entire conversation as they had sex, but he couldn't remember. Little did he know that conversation could be what would put him at risk.

If only he knew!

He took another swig of whiskey, his lips latching onto the bottle as he downed the intoxicating substance. Without warning, the bottle was snatched out of his hands. He looked up to find Prisha frowning at him.

"I think that's more than enough alcohol for one day. Isn't this your third bottle?" She asked with disbelief as Solanki tried retrieving the bottle from her.

"Give it back," he whined. Solanki tried to grab the bottle from her but only stumbled and fell back on his chair.

"Just look at you," Prisha shook her head, "You are doing more harm to yourself than good by doing this."

"Who cares?" Solanki slurred. "I deserve this, and I'm such an idiot."

"No, you don't," Prisha said before dropping the bottle on the far side of the room. She knew he would have trouble reaching it in his condition. "You made a mistake and learned from it, correct?"

"I guess," he sighed. His eyes would occasionally go to the bottle of whiskey that she had cold-heartedly kept so far away.

Prisha grabbed the side of his face, forcing him to take his eyes off the bottle and focus them on hers. Her eyes held so much empathy and sincerity. Her following words filled his heart with emotions he couldn't decipher. He, however, wished he could.

"Learn to accept defeat with grace. Your chance will also come."

*******

Divya walked across the hallway with a bag in her hand, heading towards the door where Kabir was waiting for her. She unlocked the door and stepped inside. He stepped aside to let her enter the house and shut the door. She dropped the bag on the floor and hugged Kabir tightly. Her arms wound around his body as he wrapped his arm around her waist and held her close. She rested her head on his chest and took several deep breaths. His arms tightened around her waist, his hands gripping hers firmly on his chest. She felt safe here.

She pulled away from him slightly and pressed her lips against his. He smiled into the kiss before kissing back. He gently grabbed hold of one of her hands and intertwined their fingers, interlocking their hands together. He held onto her tightly and kissed her neck, causing her body to tense up. Then, he turned her around to face him.

"You know, I missed your face."

She placed her palms on either side of his face and leaned forward. Her eyes wandered from Kabir's eyes to his lips. Then she lowered her head and captured his lips with hers. Her arms wrapped around his neck, and she pulled him in closer.

"You're so beautiful." He spoke after pulling away. "I love seeing you like this. You never smile anymore." He traced circles on her cheeks with his thumbs.

"Thank you," she said, resting her head on his shoulder. Kabir patted her back.

"Don't worry. It's nothing."

They stayed silent for a while. She let go of him and moved to sit on the bed, holding the bag close to her. Kabir did the same. He reached out to her with a small smile, and she took his hand in hers. He touched her cheek and ran his fingers along her smooth skin.

She leaned into his touch, enjoying the feeling of his hand on her face. He leaned his forehead against hers and closed his eyes for a moment. When he opened them again, he noticed the bag on the floor and picked them up off the ground.

"Well, I guess we should open this now, huh?"

"Mhm," he replied, picking up the bag and opening it.

Inside, there was a pen placed neatly inside a transparent box.

"I thought you might need something to write down your notes," she added.

He looked inside and chuckled. She saw his gaze linger on the pen.

The corners of his lips began to turn upwards into a wide grin.

The light coming through the window reflected in his eyes, giving him an extra glow. "That was very thoughtful, Divya. Thank you so much."

He took out the pen.

"What are you gonna write down, anyway?" Divya asked.

"My thoughts."

"Okay, then."

They sat there looking at each other for a moment before Kabir spoke.

"So, what would you talk to me about before I interrupted us?"

"Oh. Right. I need presents, clothing, and undergarments. Do you think you could get me some new underwear? My old pair is getting old and smaller."

"Of course, no problem," he replied, smiling widely. He turned towards the window and looked outside.

He couldn't help but smile. The weather was nice. It was warm, and the wind blew softly. There was a light breeze, and the sky was clear.

The birds were chirping and flitting about. The whole world seemed to be filled with life and happiness. And in the middle of all that beauty, something else was growing. Something that wasn't quite alive yet; maybe that's why it needed time and attention. But for now, all its needs would have to wait.

"So, what kind of presents are we talking about here?"

"Whatever you like. You have the money to buy whatever you want."

He nodded his head and looked back at her.

"Thanks, baby."

"For what?" She asked, looking at him with a confused expression.

"Just for being there for me. For listening and understanding." He smiled brightly at her.

Her eyes softened as she gazed at him lovingly.

"You know, you're the only person I have ever been able to trust completely. And when I'm around you, I feel safe. Like, I can't hide anything from you." Kabir grinned broadly.

"Show me your underwear," he teased.

She laughed and playfully hit him on the chest. What?!" She laughed and covered her face with her hands.

"Come on, show me. Please?" He pouted.

"Fine, why not? But, first, why did you not take me to the market?

"Divya, I can't, I, I.." he started stammering.

"You do not want yourself to be seen with me in public." She said somewhat sarcastically.

"That's not true," he tried to clarify.

"Well, after all, I am a maidservant. That is true." She spoke.

Suddenly, Kabir became angry, reached forward, caught her neck, and said, "Listen, Divya, could you have bought all these with your salary? Who gave you the money for all this?"

Divya was choking in his grip. Somehow, she freed herself and said, panting, "I was just kidding, Kabir."

"Well, I don't like such things." He said and embraced her.

"Oh, Kabir, take it easy, stop grumbling," she said, "And make love to me."

She stepped backwards seductively, removed her dress, and pulled off her scarf. She released her panties and stood there, wearing only her black lace bra and pantyhose.

"Wow!" He stared at her for a couple of seconds. His gaze wandered downwards to her bare breasts and then to her face. She blushed. Here you go." She handed him the panties. He held the panties and examined them. They were a simple lace type. No fancy designs or frills. Perfect. He looked up at her. His fingers played with the fabric, feeling how soft it was. He looked up at her again and smiled widely. "How long has it been since you've worn these?"

"A couple of months. But I don't wear them often. They're boring, and I prefer comfortable things to ones like this."

"Well, that's perfect." He reached for her and pulled her onto his lap. She giggled as he buried his face in her cleavage and inhaled deeply.

He lifted his head and stared at her breasts.

"Kabir?" she breathed. He continued looking at her breasts.

She smiled shyly at him and lay down on the bed. She opened her legs wide, letting him see what she wore under her panties. He put the underwear down by the edge of the bed and crawled on top of her between her legs. Her thighs parted quickly for him. He pushed her hair behind her ear and cupped her chin in his hand. She closed her eyes and sighed happily. He leaned in and brushed his lips against hers gently. He kissed her for several minutes until she stopped kissing him back. She opened her eyes and gazed into his deep blue eyes.

She stroked his face gently as he kissed her tenderly again. She felt his hand slip under the waistband of her panties. His cold fingers touched the inner curve of her thigh. He began rubbing her slowly, and he trailed kisses down her chest. As soon as his mouth touched the tip of her erect nipple, she threw her head back.

"Oh, my God! Yes! Yes! My dear Kabir!!!"

She bucked her hips violently against him, causing him to let go of her breast momentarily. He leaned in and captured her lips with his. She felt the warmth of his tongue as it traced its way from her lips to her chin. He kissed all of her face and neck. Then he went lower. A moan followed a sharp intake of breath. She opened her legs, spreading them even more. His fingers were still touching the skin of her inner thigh, and she clenched them around him.

Suddenly, he stopped.

"Kabir!!!"

"Shhh, shh, it's okay." He rubbed her belly as she tried to catch her breath. She felt herself calming down. His fingers slid along her inner thigh, making her jump slightly. Once again, they touched her nipples, sending electricity throughout her body. She felt the tears forming in the corners of her eyes as she lay perfectly still, unable to move a muscle. His fingers travelled down from one breast to the other, and she arched her back, trying to keep him there. His lips caressed her cheek and nose, trailing down her neck, across her collarbones, and finally landing on her lips. This time, he didn't stop. Instead, his kisses grew hungrier and faster. Soon, her body began shaking and quivering with desire. She wanted more. She needed more. Her moans became louder and louder. Then, suddenly, she was on the verge of losing control of herself. Her body tightened around him, and he moved his fingers in and out of her.

"Kabir!" She cried.

"Yes, baby. I'm right here. Why do you call yourself a maidservant in front of me?"

With a firm jerk, she got up, flipped him over, and mounted him. She rocked her hips into him, screaming, "Because I want to see the man you are." Then, she released everything inside of her. The orgasm overtook her body, and her muscles relaxed. He continued thrusting into her. His eyes met hers, and he knew she had enjoyed herself. After her release, he pulled away and lay beside her. She lay on his chest as he kissed her hair.

After what seemed like ages, they fell asleep, their bodies intertwined.

*****

"Your meeting was long." Suman said, "I hope it's nothing but good news."

Rahul smiled. "This good news has your name on it." He replied, watching her jump in happiness as he relayed everything Rachna had told him.

"Let me get a drink so we can celebrate." She said.

He pulled her to himself. "How about we do this in another way?" His hand felt her pussy. "You have enough wine here, and we don't need another."

She smiled as she pinned her beneath him. Their party was just getting started. She didn't know where it would end. She did not want to know.

He drew a nipple into his mouth and grazed it with his teeth. Suman moaned. Her breath was hot as hell. She grabbed the bedspread with both hands as his mouth performed a lap dance on her breasts. He would suck profoundly and then let it go with a pop sound, leaving her jerking off the bed, arching her back for him.

Her head went left and right as she let her arousal run wide.

His two hands squeezed her breasts as he kissed the soft, colossal flesh that made them. His thumbs flicked the twin peaks repeatedly and again. He sucked them both till they were red from his romance.

When he had enough of her breasts, he kissed the space between them, moving down till he got to her vagina, where he kissed.

"Ooh," her moan was loud enough to be heard three blocks away.

As he licked her, his hands felt her ass. She had the sexiest ass he had ever seen. It was perfectly rounded, perfectly curved, and perfectly massive. Her ass cheeks were soft and contracted as he squeezed them. Rahul buried his face deeper into her wet and slick soft mould. She was so damn tight and hot, and her liquid was already oozing out of her.

He looked up to see her eyes were shut and quickly slipped a finger into her.

Her closed eyes flashed open, and her hips moved to the rhythm of his fingers. He stared her in the eye as he rode her with those long masculine fingers. She was out of control and could barely breathe. Her mouth was open, but she was not saying anything. Her beautiful eyes were staring into his soul. Her hands squeezed the life out of the sheets beneath her as she pulled them.

"You're so wonderful," he said as another finger joined the first one. They rode her fast and hard till she came jumping over, crying out to him not to leave her hanging. Her breasts bounced as she moved, and Rahul gazed at them with great admiration. He had never seen a woman so perfect on both sides.

Suman opened her lips to say something, but the fingers in her changed rhythm, and she yelled instead.

"Rahul..." Her voice was sheathed with need, and she looked pleadingly at him.

"Say what you want." He ordered.

"I want you." She said it with such desperation that it made him smile.

With one shove, he went into her. His fingers that were previously in her were now on her clit, pinching the soft nub. He pounded into her as he locked hands with her, driving her core so hard that it went sore. Her eyes were so dark, and her jawline so enhanced. He reached down to kiss her occasionally, letting her taste her nectar on his lips, and when she did, she went wild.

Her beats became more brutal as she matched his in a way he had never seen before. He groaned in her mouth as he felt her vaginal walls tighten over his manhood every time.

He pulled out of her, and she screamed. Her eyes flashed angrily, but Rahul turned her on her stomach and drew her to her knees on the bed before she could speak. She was dripping on the sheets, and he traced the line from her left lap to her cave and licked her clean.

Her knees buckled, and her head hit the bed independently. "Ahhh," she screamed as he delved his tongue in and out of her, licking her feminine lips and flicking her clit. She came with a burst, pouring liquid onto his mouth, which he sucked dry.

"Ooh Rahul, I..." she began to say when his mouth came by her ears.

"I'm not done." He said. His voice sent shivers all the way to her pussy which was bare to his face.

She felt him invade her the next minute. He drove all the way into her most sensitive spot, and Suman threw her hair back in surrender. Strong palms grabbed both of her breasts as he began moving in her. It was a slow ride, and then he came with a wolf's speed. Her nipples were hard and painful underneath his rolling thumb, and her neck went red from his kisses and his hand pressure. She felt him smash against her as she held onto the headboard for dear life.

Suman squealed and writhed beneath him as he rode her fiercely, their pleasure increasing with each stroke until her body succumbed under him, pouring out its juice as his seeds filled her.

Exhausted, they both lay facing each other. Her head rested on his strong shoulder, and his hand stroked her heavy hair.

"How do you manage to take me to another zone in such an amazing way?" she asked when she caught her breath. 

He laughed, kissed her deeply, and resumed stroking her hair. "You deserve to be loved like the Goddess you are." He replied after a minute.

She smiled and closed her eyes. "Thank you, Rahul." She said, "I really don't know what else to say."

"Suman is becoming a household name just like Rachna." He reminded her and watched her closed eyes open as her face lit up with the loveliest smile he had ever seen.

"I still can't believe this is happening." She said. Her voice was emotional.

"I will be pissed if I see you cry." He told her.

She blinked back the tears that were threatening to fall. "I know. It is just that I am still in awe. Barely a year ago, I had nothing. My family had nothing, and now the whole of India wants to be associated with us." She sniffed, "Rahul, we will never be able to repay you."

Cupping her chin in his palm, he said, "The only way you can repay me is not to let it all go in vain." 

She nodded, "I won't, and that is a promise."

He planted a short kiss on her lips and resumed stroking her hair. "So, what are your plans?" he asked. "When are you ready to sign these deals?"

"When we have had a good discussion about them?" she said.

"How about we start now?" he suggested.

They went through some emails together and were both stunned. There were proposals from massive restaurants and malls in the city asking for them to take an outlet in their stores for business. There were huge events requesting services. All were competitive, and all were very good.

Rahul did his best to explain the risks involved in each proposal and the future benefits. He was stunned at how well she followed up and asked questions, but he advised her that the best decision she could make was with her team so no one was left behind.

He urged her to combine the knowledge she had acquired from him with hers and her team, and they should come up with what was best.

She hugged him. "I can't wait. I will call for a board meeting tomorrow."

"Of course you should, CEO." His reply caused her to sit up. "What?" he teased. "The title suits you, by the way."

She blushed, "Thank you, Rahul." 

After some minutes of silence, she spoke. "I have more visions, too." She confessed.

Rahul relaxed more on the bed. "Is that so? Tell me about them."

"Aside from providing my amazing service, I am considering setting up a catering training school. You know, for aspiring caterers." She paused and smiled when she saw how interested he was. "It would be free for ten per cent of the students, and then the rest would have to pay. I want to help people with no opportunity like you have helped me, who was once nobody."

He nodded. "That's a great idea, Suman. From where did you get that?" He was pleased. "I am so proud of you. That would both double as advertising and corporate social responsibility. Everyone would praise you for that."

She smiled. "I can't wait!" She exclaimed.

"There's more. Everything will come with time. Just let it flow. Do what you need to do and give it your all."

She smiled. "Thank you, Rahul."

"Suman, can you also make this an international standard by introducing international delicacies?"

She stared at him. "How would I do that?"

He nodded. "Good question. We have tourists from other countries who are here for vacation, and then some foreigners reside here and would love to taste their native food. International chefs are everywhere; you could also get them employed this way. A lot of women who are at home doing nothing can cook. You can also assist them in this way."

She nodded her head. "Wow, I never thought of that."

He smiled and continued. "This is it. You could pick some dishes: American, African, Chinese, Mexican, Russian, and even French. Tell me why people won't troop in. They would tell their friends who were coming over to stop by; it would be amazing." But he pointed out, "Note, and this could be long term. There is still a lot you have to do for now. Just note all these, and as time goes on, you include the plans one after the other."

They kept talking, enlightening each other, and doing Google searches to get some answers to their many questions.

"How is Manan?" he asked when they were done.

Her teeth flashed. "He is very excited, Rahul. He is so happy that his mother is getting busy, and he can now have everything he needs. He doesn't even need to ask, and it will be given to him. He is so happy."

Rahul hugged her. "That's what I have always wanted for you."

He told her to stay for a while, and she did. She made barbeque, and they ate to their fill, cracking jokes and talking business and family all the time. 

Rahul noticed a big difference in her. She was happier and healthier, and every word she said was filled with truth; she was a genuinely grateful woman. He couldn't wait to see her get to the top. She was already started, but he wanted her to maximise her potential.

Suman, on the other hand, could not believe her luck. She never imagined she would one day sit while people brought her deals. She had always wanted a good life, but after getting married to Vicky, she tossed that dream away like garbage and had a good reason for that. He was so useless he couldn't even afford the family a three-square meal. It had been from one stress to another, and she had feared her son would end up the same way, as they couldn't even afford his education.

When Rahul came into their lives, she had been so envious of Rachna, but at least she was generous enough to let them have a share of everything she had.

The least of her expectations was for Rahul to consider her worthy of his kindness, but he had chosen to favor her and give her a name of her own. It made her emotional each time she thought of it. He wasn't ready to stop anytime soon; he wanted them all to reach the highest point in life.

She wanted to show him how grateful she was, but all she could do was say thank you. She danced the whole time she made their barbeque dinner, which she did with her secret ingredients, causing everything to his taste. She was happy when he asked for more after his first plate. Everyone was an Oliver Twist when it came to her cooking.

For now, she just wanted to do all she could to make his efforts pay off. She had already gotten her team ready, and they were coming for a big launch. She would make another idea of his the talk of the town again.

*****

One particular dress caught her eye. It was stunning. Divya wanted it desperately. It's beautiful, and she loved it. She was desperate and had no choice. She needed the dress, and she needed it badly. But she was reluctant to buy it because it cost a lot. She decided to wait until the end of the month before asking Kabir about buying it. That way, she could spend a little bit more money on it. If Kabir refused to give it to her, she would get it herself without anyone's help.

She looked at herself in the mirror, examining herself closely. The colour was perfect, and it matched her perfectly. There wasn't a single imperfection. It complimented her beautifully. She felt proud of herself. Her face lit up as if she had just won something meaningful. She pulled her hair into a loose bun at the top of her head. There was no flaw. As she sifted through herself again, she was satisfied with the result. She felt a little insecure, though. She was worried that Kabir might disagree with her decision to purchase a dress. She would try to convince him later. She smiled again, knowing what was inside would be worth it.

She met Kabir the next day in his room and saw him playing on the PlayStation. He was wearing his usual white sneakers. He was shirtless, and his muscles flexed as he played the game. His chest hair made his abs look even more significant than they already were. He always looked so handsome to her, even when he woke up. He entranced her. His back was facing her, and she noticed one of his scars. She knew it was from an accident when he was young, and he was lucky to be still alive. Even now, the scar had faded, but it was evident.

A smirk appeared across her face as she stared lovingly at him. He sensed her presence, and he stopped the game abruptly and gazed up at her. He smiled and immediately felt happy to see her. She approached him. She held onto his shoulders lightly and bent over slightly to look straight at him. He was excited. His eyes sparkled with enthusiasm and anticipation. He was waiting to hear what she had to say. She smiled softly and looked down at him lovingly as she leaned forward ever so slightly. Kabir tilted his head to the side ever so slightly. She kissed him lightly on the lips. She could feel his excitement grow even more.

"What are you doing?" she asked.

"I'm shooting zombies." She laughed when she heard how serious he sounded. "Why're you laughing?"

"Because I can see it's fake."

She smiled shyly at him. Her cheeks blushed red. He stood up and wrapped his arms around her waist. His hands slid underneath her blouse. He caressed her tummy softly. She sighed deeply at his touch. Suddenly, his fingers brushed up gently across her breast, and he moved his hand even higher towards her throat. Her lips curved into a grin, and she leaned forward and passionately kissed his lips.

Kabir's body tensed a bit. He stared at her for a moment, shocked by her sudden movement. He grabbed her waist gently and pulled her closer to his body. Their tongues met once again, and he deepened the kiss. She moaned loudly against his mouth, and he tightened his grip ever so slightly. His tongue slipped into her mouth and danced passionately.

After a while, she broke the kiss. They stayed like that briefly before he spoke, breaking their silence.

"What do you want to eat? Are you hungry?" he asked playfully, looking directly into her eyes.

She shook her head and smiled. "Not really," she admitted.

She moved her hands behind his neck, pulling him down slightly. She ran her fingers through his soft brown curls, tracing the contours of his face with one fingertip. He shivered lightly under her touch.

"Kabir, I need something," she whispered seductively into his ears.

She gasped sharply and bit her lip. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer to her, kissing him fiercely. He looked at her, drinking her in as if his eyes could devour every inch of her skin.

He touched her cheek and kissed her, pulling away when he felt how hard her breathing had become. She moved toward him again but stopped halfway there. With a sigh, Divya lowered herself onto her knees. She placed her hands on the inside of his thighs and gently pushed. Slowly, she pushed his knees open and crawled between them. Divya stared into his eyes.

For the first time, they seemed to have lost that look of fear, of uncertainty. They were as clear as the surface of a mountain lake in the springtime, like sapphires held underwater and shining even brighter once you'd removed your hand from them.

He looked at her, taking in all the details. She looked beautiful. But what drew him in was the fire in her eyes. It burned with such intensity that her skin glowed with its inner light. It was intoxicating. He leaned forward and kissed her again, letting her hands explore his body. When she reached the hollow between his legs, she slid her palms across his erection and smiled. He let out a breathy moan. She pressed one finger against his entrance and stroked him slowly.

Divya knew exactly where to touch him. She knew exactly how to make him feel good. She knew exactly what to do to make him come. She knew exactly what to say to make him forget everything else. She knew exactly what to do to make him want more.

Her fingers slid up his shaft, stopping just short of reaching the sensitive place between his legs. Instead, she massaged his balls. He shivered at the sensation, moving his hips a fraction, encouraging her.

She continued, massaging his shaft. She circled it with her thumb and forefinger when she reached his prostate, teasing him further until he could take no more. She sucked on his tip and mocked him for a few minutes, ensuring not to hurt him. Then she stood and kissed him again. She guided him onto his back and straddled him. Do I taste sweet?" she asked. He nodded eagerly, his cock throbbing underneath her ministrations.

"What do you like most about me?"

"Everything!" he whispered. "I love that you're always right..." he trailed off. "I... I don't know... What are you doing?" he groaned as she pulled the head of his cock into her mouth. She started sucking on it, swirling her tongue around the base, tasting his precum. She kept going, sucking until her lungs begged her to stop.

"Please," he moaned, bucking his hips upward as he neared his release. "Please don't stop! Please don't stop!"

Then, she released him with a pop and grinned. She took another piece of candy, wrapping it around his erection again and pressing it against her opening. She rolled her hips, and he moaned. He lifted himself and grabbed her hips, pulling her towards his hardness.

He placed his hands on the sides of her hips, pulling her firmly against his body. She wrapped her legs around his waist and squeezed tightly. His hands slid up to the back of her thighs. He lifted her, making her feet leave the ground ultimately, and placed her against the door frame. She suddenly nudges him aside and frowns. "We need to talk."

A flash of worry passed through Kabir's brown eyes. "Talk?" he asked.

"Yeah, talk." She giggled nervously. "I'm going shopping, and I like new lingerie and dresses, but I have no money for them," she explained.

He nodded knowingly. "I can buy it," he said.

"Really?! You'd take me to the mall!?" she exclaimed happily.

"Yes," he replied, shaking his head.

His brow furrowed together in apparent confusion. "Then will you not take me shopping?" she asked, confused, her eyes wide open, expecting his response.

His gaze lowered to her breasts, grazing them lightly with the tips of his fingertips. She felt a strange tingling sensation throughout her entire body. His smile widened mischievously. "That's where you come in."

He grabbed hold of her arms and turned her around so that her back was facing him. He leaned forward and kissed each shoulder. "I'll pay for everything and come along with you. You dare not call yourself a maidservant," he added, whispering into her ear and kissing the side of her neck.

She closed her eyes, enjoying the feeling of his warm breath against her skin. She felt her knees begin to weaken. This was happening! She knew that this was real. All of this felt right. She opened her eyes when he nibbled at her neck, leaving faint pink marks on her smooth, pale skin. She moaned softly at the contact and let out a small cry when he kissed her collarbone.

Slowly, he traced his way back upwards to her lips. She opened her eyes, staring into his. He stared back into her dark brown ones with passion shining in his eyes. The intensity of their expressions scared her, and she never thought that she would ever experience anything close to this kind of closeness with another person.

Kabir slowly undid the buttons of her blouse, undoing them as if he couldn't resist. She felt his cold hands slip underneath her tank top, rubbing and massaging her firm, flat tummy. She arched her back, moving slightly against his hands. She heard him chuckle at the gesture and realised how aroused she was. He removed her tank top slowly and threw it carelessly behind her. He kissed her, and the desire to rip his clothes off seemed overwhelming.

He pushed her backwards until she hit the bedroom wall. She fell backwards onto the mattress, pulling him down on top of her. He pressed himself against her intimately, kissing her chest, neck, and shoulder. She wrapped her arms around his waist, pulling him deeper inside her. They both gasped and moaned at the intense pleasure they were feeling. Kabir's left hand trailed slowly down from her belly button and started exploring her other breast. Her legs wrapped around his waist, tugging his body impossibly closer to hers.

He kissed her neck once more and sucked hard on the area, which elicited a moan from her mouth. He rolled his hips, pressing against her clit, causing her to arch off the bed and whimper. He smirked and pressed himself harder against her. He continued teasing, alternating between sucking on her neck and nipping at it as he thrust his hips against hers. She groaned as she reached her climax. Her body quivered violently beneath him as she came undone.

As soon as she finished, she wrapped her arms around his waist and pulled him even deeper inside her. He didn't stop until she yelled his name loud and lusty when he pulled away and buried his face in the crook of her neck, moaning and moaning into her shoulder as she did. She couldn't control herself any longer; she reached down and grabbed his dick, squeezing lightly as she stroked it. She knew exactly what she was doing to him. He loved it so much. She wanted nothing more than to satisfy him. After she came down from her high, she kissed him on the cheek and looked at him. She smiled, happy with what she had achieved with such ease. She lay there quietly, her heart beating fast.

Kabir lay on his back as he looked at the ceiling. The room was quiet except for her heavy breathing. He turned around so that he was facing her. He sat up and held her close. He cupped the sides of her face and gazed intently into her eyes. She looked at him, admiring how beautiful and sexy he looked. He had messy bed hair, and she smiled at that because it meant he hadn't washed it yet. He looked tired and had a big dark mark above his left nipple. She chuckled at it, and he glanced at her. It had been too long since they last made love.

"Are you ok?" he asked worriedly.

"I'm alright. Just don't move."

They lay like that for a while, cuddling and watching TV.

*****

Blinding lights.

That's all Rachna could see as she descended the black Maserati MC20. Despite having sunglasses Versace, she still had to shield her eyes from the flashing cameras. Her black dress by Allen Solly pooled around her feet like waves as she marched up the grand stairs with an usher by her side. Hundreds of reporters almost broke down the barricade as they tried asking her questions, but she kept her head high and straight.

"Madam Rachna, over here!"

"Rachna, ma'am, can you please tell us what it is you will be presenting tonight!"

"Are you feeling nervous about this event?"

"Will you be presenting with Rahul sir?"

"Rachna, you are looking stunning as always! Could you please give us some of your beauty tips?"

Rachna felt bashful with their questions but did not show it as she reached the top of the grand stairs. She turned to flash the cameras one of her dazzling smiles, and the reporters went crazy, just as she had predicted.

She was a real tease, after all.

Taj looked as magnificent as always, and its royal interior made her feel at home. Her team members escorted her into the excellent Durbar Hall, and she nearly gasped at the brewing crowd. Hundreds were present, and the hall itself would not be enough to take everyone, but the attendees did not seem scared. Some of Rahul's richest and most essential associates had no trouble standing or leaning against the wall. They were willing to do more to hear and witness Rachna's presentation.

The love and attention she was getting filled her heart with gratitude, especially towards a remarkable man. Speaking of the devil, and their eyes met, he stood at the far end of the hall, looking as dashing as ever in FWRD's customary suit. His wrist was endowed with a golden watch with baby crystals encircling its cover. His name was heavily engraved on that watch, the watch she had given to him.

It took her a lot of money, but she would have sacrificed more after seeing that gorgeous smile on his face. He made it all worth it.

Rahul smiled at the influx of people at the event. He was upstairs and had a good view of the entire ceremony. Soft music played in the background as ministers, commissioners, researchers, reporters, and other VIPs entered. They wore very colorful and expensive dresses, every woman trying to outshine the other.

It was just the first day of the event, and Rachna was to take the stage. He trusted her that she would do well, and he looked forward to seeing her body in whatever fabulous attire she had selected to glow in.

He had spoken to her earlier in the morning, and she had been so excited, telling him all the fantastic ideas her team had come up with. He had heard them a thousand times. The minute she left a meeting with her team, she would call him and fill him in on everything she discussed.

Now, it was time for her to say those things to the world and watch them fall at her feet, crowning her the Queen.

Reporters from all over the world were taking strategic positions where they would capture the whole event. Some were outside, wanting to be the first to take a photo of Rachna when she arrived.

The refreshment team was already in action, placing small chops, water, and soft drinks on every round table. Their elegant dark blue shirts and black pinafores added a weird sense of serenity to the event. Their white hats made them stand out, and they looked so neat.

It was just what Rahul wanted. He watched as the eyes of guests widened in amazement at the conference hall, but he knew what would knock them off their feet: Rachna.

Rachna's eyes welled up with tears, but she knew better than to let them fall, not here. It would ruin her makeup and draw too much attention. 

They walked toward each other and embraced one another midway. The two held each other tightly as though they were scared of losing each other as if they would disappear if they let go. But eventually, they had to. 

They parted from one another, but their hands were still clasped tightly. They stared into each other's eyes with so much love and admiration.

"I've missed you," Rachna admitted as Rahul drew little circles on the back of her palm with his thumb. The action was so soothing, unnaturally soothing.

"I missed you too," he whispered. Despite the noise from the chattering crowd, she heard him loud and clear. Her cheeks heated; how intimate they could get in front of the whole world was funny, yet no one would notice. "Are you ready, pretty girl?" 

Her cheeks got hotter by his never-ending compliments and nickname, "Yes, I am." She informed, and he smiled. He started to guide her to the stage, but then Rachna added, "I'll make you proud."

Rahul's hand tightened around her small ones after hearing her words, his heart beating loudly in his chest for reasons he did not know. "You always do."

Payal, Urmi and Suman were present as well. They sat together on a small round table, looking as rich and elegant as ever. Payal wore a red velvet dress that hugged her body smoothly. Her blood-red lips parted to reveal a smile, and she had been boasting about how lucky she was to have a daughter-in-law like Rachna.

"Honestly, Urmi. She is spectacular. I've never seen a woman so beautiful with brains. Her attitude and aura are radiant, and I am so lucky! I might be the luckiest of them all!"

Urmi and Suman exchanged glances as they continued to listen to Payal. She was enthusiastic about the event, always smiling and jubilant whenever Rachna was mentioned.

Payal continued, not knowing the amusement she brought to the table, "Why, I remembered a few days ago, Rachna and I were heading down the stairs. I tripped and ended up with a bruise. She treated it and took better care of me than any nurse!" Payal laughed, "Do you know she has a remarkable business initiative? That woman is just a blessing to all who see her!" Payal's rant seemed never-ending, and Urmi rolled her eyes at her in-law's behavior.

Urmi's eyes searched the crowd before landing on her daughter, and she was being guided to the stage by Rahul, "Look, there she is!" Urmi pointed enthusiastically.

It seemed unnaturally impossible, but Payal's smile widened as she tilted her head to follow Urmi's finger. Her heart burst with joy when Payal's eyes landed on Rachna, and she clapped her hands together in delight, "Oh! She is gorgeous! As expected, my daughter-in-law also has an incredible sense of style!" 

Rahul and Rachna came to the foot of the stage. Rahul turned to her and said, "Wait here. I'm going to address the crowd. You will come up after I've introduced you, alright? 

Rachna nodded in response. Rahul gave her hand one last gentle squeeze before letting go and ascending the stairs. Rachna wanted to cry. A deathly cold now replaced the warmth his large hands provided. It seeped into her skin, making her shiver. She would do anything to have his hands back on her. 

She was roaming other parts of her body as well. She squeezed her legs together as the naughty thoughts infiltrated her mind. She shook her head rapidly as if trying to snap her neck. She could not afford those thoughts to occupy her mind and needed to stay focused.

Her eyes returned to Rahul as he ascended the stairs. Rachna could not help but admit that he was breathtakingly gorgeous, not just by his looks but also by his charisma, walk, attitude, and aura. Everything about him was unique and admirable. 

He was everything she wanted.

The anchor took to the stage and began recognising the notable guests in the audience. Applauses and waves took place, and soon, the event started in full force.

After introducing the fantastic team members who contributed to making the green building project successful, the anchor introduced Rahul.

When his name was called, Rahul moved forward and mounted the podium. He was aware of all the eyes on him, but he wanted today to be about his women, especially one extraordinary woman.

Rahul stepped towards the podium, and Rachna wondered how he was not squinting due to the blinding stage light before him. He was a natural at stuff like this. 

Rahul grabbed the mic and addressed the crowd, "Good day, Ladies and gentlemen. It is an honour to stand before you once again, to have you all here to watch my prodigies present their outstanding projects. In the past, women were prohibited from being a part of the business sector of society. But I am here to change that, to liberate women and give them the voice to speak. My prodigies are doting and hard-working women. They never failed to amaze you in the past, and today shall be no exception."

"A few months ago, we came up with a proposal regarding an extraordinary building which India has never seen before. I am proud to tell you today that the dream project is now a reality. As many of you know, we are already up and running, but we have a lot more to do, and we are gathered here today to share these new ideas with you and let you know that we are just getting started." 

He could see nods and claps filling the air. "To carry further is the woman without whom all this won't be possible. These women had a vision and didn't sleep on it. The women who have caused us to gather here today. One of them is Rachna Solanki. Please give it up for the first of my brilliant masterminds, Rachna Solanki." 

Rahul's speech was short but impactful and had the audience cheering with admiration.

The crowd applauded as Rahul took a step back from the public eye. Rachna climbed the stairs, and those who watched her were already amazed. She was endowed with so much beauty it couldn't possibly be for one person. There was grace in her steps, and her features were divine. 

Rachna and Rahul glanced as they passed each other, his eyes silently wishing her good luck. She needed it, especially since it came from him. Something about him always strengthened her in whatever she was doing; he was her anchor.

A loud cheer arose from the crowd, and the moment for which the crowd had been eagerly waiting finally arrived. Out of it emerged Rachna. Her black dress by Allen Solly fitted her perfectly. Her hair was in a high ponytail, and her makeup was kept simple and neat.

She looked stunning.

Rahul handed the microphone to her, and she muttered a brief formal "thank you" to him. Rahul proudly stepped off stage as Rachna prepared her address for the audience.

Rahul sat with the crowd and watched as Rachna stepped onto the podium. Her eyes scanned the public until they finally landed on Rahul. He smiled at her, and the words flowed freely from her mouth.

"Namaste, ladies and gentlemen. I am happy to inform you that the green building project is already racing and underway." The multitude gave loud applause on hearing this news; Rachna flashed them a bright smile that the stage light reflecting on her face was no match. 

"Thank you to the many people who have made it here today. I promise you will be wowed!" The projector behind her came to life as a live stream of the green building came on screen. The crowd gasped as they saw what appeared to be an alien-structured building in front of them. 

"Amazing, right?" Rachna said. Her face was brighter than ever. She was so happy. "Well, I am here to tell you a lot more is coming up, but before I go on, I would like to introduce an important concept in this project: biomimicry."

The hall went quiet, and she kept shooting. "Biomimicry is the application of nature and organisms' behavior to human activities." She kept silent for emphasis and then resumed. 

"Studies have revealed that organisms have the most rational ways of doing their activities. They know how important their planet is and have it in mind when doing anything. On the other hand, humans have a reputation for doing everything for gain and neglecting security. I am not here to inform you that gain is bad, but how about a means to maximise profit while protecting Mother Nature? How about we kill these two birds with one stone?" Her smile grew wider. "The green building is that stone."

The silence was the only item in the room. Everyone was looking at Rachna, paying rapt attention to her. She had been seen as a wise and respectable lady, and everyone wanted to grasp whatever knowledge she wanted to share with them.

"With the theme of conserving energy, the green building will be the first of its kind. This building will be self-adjusting in terms of temperature. So in hot weather, the heat is our least bother, and in freezing weather, we have just the right amount of warmth."

"How is that possible?" people whispered amongst themselves, and the room went quiet as she resumed her speech.

"The termites have taught us how through their architectural mound design. These mounds have holes in them that bring in air. The height of the mound neutralises the temperature based on the type of air brought in: cold, hot, or even neutral. The green building introduces multiple small windows to you in place of these holes, minimising heat absorption. Instead of these holes, the green building will provide multiple small windows, reducing heat absorption. For extra control, we are introducing extended overhangs on each building floor. This extra shade minimises the heat coming in from the windows."

The slides behind her changed as she talked, revealing 3D skeletal frameworks of the design she was explaining. The audience was left in awe.

Rachna babbled on. She seemed to be on fire. Her hands moved as she spoke, emphasising the designs.

"At night, lower-power fans would pull in the cool night air from outside. These fans are automatic, so they are not activated in periods of extreme cold. The building blocks will absorb the cool air they bring in, hence our choice of concrete. When the temperature decreases, this air is automatically released and circulated through the floors of the building. "

She paused and clasped her hands together. "Now, you may be wondering what happens during periods of heat. I'll tell you what. This is where the ceiling comes into play. The ceilings are extremely high and are designed with dark coal. This absorbs heat from the sun, stores it and vents it downward to all building floors." 

She paused and smiled. "Ladies and gentlemen, by doing this, we are preserving our habitat, which is the earth, but we are also reducing costs. Nature is free, so this leaves us to maximise what we have been endowed with, saving us a lot of money."

"We have collaborated with the brightest minds to make this a reality, and I can assure you everything is in place. We have more ideas cooking, but we are bringing these to the table and letting you know that India is about to become the world's eighth wonder."

She continued, "A few weeks ago, I searched for ways to cool and ventilate such a large infrastructure. As you must know, the air conditioning bills have skyrocketed, and paying such an outrageous amount would be an unnecessary hassle. I went on a walk one evening and stumbled upon a termite mound. I studied it for quite some time, but that's when it came to me. Why don't we construct a building that cools itself?"

The crowd burst into a series of chatter, some debating while others looked at Rachna in doubt and disbelief. She smiled. That was the reaction she was hoping to get.

"I aim to conserve energy," she spoke, and the hall fell silent. They waited for her to continue. "I need you all to brainstorm with me here!" Her voice became more enthusiastic as a slide popped up on the board mounted on the wall behind her. A picture of a termite mound was showcased. She continued, "Although they may look solid from the outside, they are covered in tiny holes to allow air to pass freely as temperatures rise and fall throughout the day."

She returned her eyes to the crowd staring at her in wonder. The majority of them were uncertain of where she was heading. "I am using the biomimicry approach, the imitation of natural biological designs or processes in engineering orientation," Rachna watched as some crowd members started to follow her idea. However, many were still in doubt and confusion. 

She decided not to waste any more of their time and hit the nail on the head. "Just like the termite mound, we can use materials such as slabs and bricks. They have a high thermal mass, which means they can absorb a lot of heat without changing temperature," the multitude began to murmur amongst themselves as they debated the idea. Rahul sat leisurely, watching the whole thing unfold with a smug look on his face. He had more than enough faith in his most prized prodigy.

"I did some research, and I am not the first to come up with this idea," silenced the crowd. They listened with interest and curiosity as she continued, "In 1991, architect Mick Pearce constructed an establishment known as the East Gate. The exterior of the building is prickly, like that of a cactus, but by increasing the number of surface areas, heat loss is improved at night while heat gain is reduced during the day."

"I was thinking, inside the building, the low power fans can pull and cool night air from outside and disperse it throughout the building. The concrete blocks absorb the cold, insulating the building and chilling the circulating air. When morning comes and temperatures rise, warm air is vented up through the ceiling and released by chimneys. What do you think?" Rachna asked the crowd, who had been engulfed in stunned silence.

Many of them could not believe the young lady's brilliance; she was a mastermind. The attendees clapped their hands rapidly, some even rising from their seats to applaud her intelligence. They hooted and cheered her on as she gave a humble bow to the crowd, "Thank you. I appreciate you all for coming." She said before descending the stage.

Payal rose to her feet as she applauded her daughter-in-law. Urmi and Suman followed her actions as the rest of the crowd applauded. It took everything within Payal not to climb on top of the table and dance, "Yes! That's my daughter-in-law, everyone! Woo!" She cheered enthusiastically, and Urmi and Suman laughed at her level of excitement.

The applause that hit her ears was frightening as everyone got on their feet to give her a standing ovation. Lights from cameras flashed, and sounds of encouragement filled the air as she stepped down.

As other team members of Rachna took the stage to analyse their contributions to the greenhouse project, Rachna walked through tables, greeting people. Her smile was pasted on her face as she received a thousand compliments. 

Rahul met her at the bottom of the stage. He took her hand and placed a soft kiss on it. His lips sent tingles to soar through her body; he looked at her with sparkling eyes and flashed her a smile that made her heart pound.

"How did I do?" she asked.

He stared at her with bold pride in his eyes, and he told her the truth. "Amazing."

"You were amazing," he complimented. Rahul took her hand in his and brought it to his lips. "Proud will be an understatement, Rachna. You are the best."

"Thank you," she smiled before leading her towards the red carpet.

They entered a sea of reporters, and her guards nudged them away. The rush was crazy as they all charged, shoving cameras and microphones in her face. Her guards did well to establish boundaries.

They got to their table somehow, where Payal, Urmi and Suman were already seated. She sat gracefully beside Rahul.

Their table began to fill with sponsors, investors and elite personalities who wanted to have a word or two with Rachna. She accommodated everyone, handing out cards to whom she liked and redirecting the others to her secretary.

She had light refreshment as the ceremony went on, and with Rahul by her side, she felt like a lioness. She could see Payal, her mother-in-law, her mother, and Suman smiling at her from her side, and she gave them a nod of acknowledgement. It was still like a dream come true, everything happening to their family.

After some time, Rachna held up a hand. "I would now like to entertain your few questions," she addressed the eager reporters. They all posed for the cameras as reporters began to ask Rachna questions. 

"Mrs Rachna." One reporter said, "Most of your team members who stood out today have little or no education. Yet, they wowed us with their performances. Can you tell us why your team is so powerful and yet questionable?"

There were nods of agreement to the question, and Rachna smiled, "Humans have sunk so deep into the educational system that they have forgotten the importance of skills. Creatures as nondescript as termites did not go to school to attain a degree, yet they inspire humans to build air-conditioned houses without electricity. Birds build their own nests; they have not studied structural engineering. My establishment is more focused on skills. My senior workers learned their trades through generations. Other juniors are in the process, and the cycle goes on. In education jargon, if you ask, 'Which came first - the invention or the academic? You will get the obvious answer, "If a thing is not invented, how can it be included in the education syllabus? The car and the generator are live examples. How could their inventors have studied the automobile or electrical engineering? Should I get into the story of the Wright brothers?"

Everyone knew what she meant, and they all nodded in the Enlightenment. 

"Does that mean you do not believe education is important?" Another reporter piped in.

Once again, Rachna smiled, "I studied aviation, and you may say it is one of the reasons I am standing here again. My point is that while education is important, it should not be a criterion. Also, not having an education is no longer a limitation to achieving your life goals. There is a special gift in every one of us; we have to see it and utilise it. There is no gap between the educated and the non-educated. There is only a gap between the dedicated and determined and the non-dedicated and non-determined. I aim to shake and awaken the souls of the Wright brothers that exist deep within every curious child." She smiled widely as she saw them speechless. "That would be all."

She walked away, leaving them in awe of her intelligence. The crowd outside hailed her, screaming praise at her. She could see Payal, her friends and her family staring at her and wishing they could come to say a word.

"Rachna! You studied aeronautics, and now you are in building construction. How come?"

That question piqued her interest, and she happily answered, not taking her eyes off the camera.

"Yes, I studied aviation. That gave me a job in aviation. Somewhere, I had a bitter experience. Somewhere, I had the best experience. Nevertheless, I got to know the world."

"Further, I also inherited my family's property. I also have a duty towards it. All my education in engineering and technology had been about "Value Addition." This is what I am precisely doing in Gorakhpur. All engineering concepts in aeronautics can also be applied in building construction, especially air-conditioning. That job gave my mates and me some salary. This one is already worth 700 million - something which my contemporaries can't imagine." She said, and the reporters recorded while others wrote her every word.

Another reporter asked a tempting question, "Would you not like to further your education?"

A confident smile graced her lips as she thought of the question. Something about her had changed over the past few months. She, too, had adopted Rahul's charisma. She had become so successful that her smile was almost unrecognisable. "I am what I am. My personality does not depend upon degrees or diplomas. I am an Institution myself." She says, "I don't have the time to spare."

"What is the parameter of a person's success?" A female reporter asked, and Rachna felt inclined to answer that question.

"Simple. When a lender approaches you and asks you to borrow, I don't go to any bank today, but the bank comes to me, gives me service at my place, and insists on opening an account or availing myself of a loan. Throughout the deal, my educational qualifications are nowhere to be seen. A person should aim to achieve such a status. Today, my school keeps harping that I am their alumnus, but I do not feel any need to mention my school anywhere. I turned down their "chief guest" invitations because I know it is their cheap marketing gimmick." Rachna explained.

The reporters were both stunned and amazed by her answers. Rachna was indeed a remarkable woman.

"What are your views on education?" Another asked. 

Rachna smiled once again, "It is an irony. Almost all inventors and scientists had been school dropouts. My aviation study is an outcome of a bold, passionate initiative undertaken by the inventors of the aircraft. Today, you and I study aeronautics in classrooms. But who could have taught them these in 1899 - 1903 when there was no flying object other than birds and insects? They chose to drop out of school. I aim to shake and awaken the souls of the Wright brothers that exist deep within every curious child. Only humans go to school. Creatures as nondescript as termites did not go to school to attain a degree, yet they inspire humans to build air-conditioned houses without electricity. Birds build their nests; they did not read any structural engineering courses. Even the senior workers in my building project are illiterate people, but they are skilled. They have learned their trades through generations. Other juniors are in the process, and the cycle goes on. In education jargon, if you ask, 'Which came first - the invention or the academic? You will get the obvious answer, "Unless a thing is not invented, how can that be included in the education syllabus? The car and the generator are live examples. How could their inventors have studied the automobile or electrical engineering? There was a time in human civilisation when nothing was called 'electricity.' Yet someone dared and fabricated a generator. That person never attended school. Nobody could have told him to build an electric machine. Yet he did it. He is the one who is today credited with finding the relationship between magnetism and electricity. Every textbook on electrical engineering is nothing without his name mentioned therein. Still, he never went to school. The then ruler of the land, the Queen, offered him a knighthood, but he refused and said, "My grave should bear my name as Mr Michael Faraday and not as Sir Michel Faraday." That person is my idol. I, too, try and contribute my bit to produce electric power. Though I cannot invent a new generator, I can try and work on existing systems to improve their performance regarding efficiency, ease of operation, and, of course, costs. All my dreams are rolled into this green building project. Besides, my life's objective is to shake, stir and awaken the spirit of Faraday, which lies dormant deep within every curious child." 

Rachna's words greatly impacted the reporters, and it was sure to do the same for the public. 

A reporter with creased brows asked, "What is the way forward then?" 

Rachna's eyes were determined and firm as she spoke, "Self-belief. Observe nature. Use locally available natural resources, add value to them and make a living. Necessity is the mother of invention. Carry the family traditions forward. Do a job only to gain practical experience, and switch to self-employment later." 

The reporters were both stunned and amazed by her answers. Rachna was indeed a remarkable woman.

"It is often said that whatever you are today is because of your mentor, Mr Rahul. How do you feel about this tag attached to your personality?" 

At that question, Rachna looked at Rahul, whose eyes were already on her, waiting for her answer. She looked at him with so much love and admiration it seemed her heart was about to burst.

Not once did she take her eyes off him as she answered, "Yes, this has been my destiny, my family's destiny. I cannot pay him back. He produced one Rachna. My karma will be that I try to produce ten more Rachnas. I am called his prodigy today, and tomorrow, he will be called Rachna's mentor. That would be my tribute to him. What goes around, comes around. Tables Do Turn."

Tears of joy tugged at her eyelids, and she blinked them away. Day one was a success, and she definitely blew them away.

A proud smile stretched across Rahul's lips. He did not know what he had done to have a student like Rachna, but he was beyond grateful. 

When she announced she wasn't taking any more questions, Rahul looked at her and said, "Look at you, now deciding when and where to meet people."

She blushed. "Well, I'd be lying if I said I wasn't stunned."

"The whole of India is proud of you. You are a celebrity now." He concluded.

*******

Back at the Solanki mansion, Kabir lay flat on his bed, Divya's semi-nude body perched on top of him. Her arms held him tightly as she snuggled her head deeper into his chest. She sighed with contentment. Her eyes fluttered open, and she tilted her head and smiled at Kabir.

"Hello, handsome." She greeted, placing a soft kiss on his cheek. She frowned when he didn't attempt to acknowledge her actions. "Everything okay?" She asked, but he still gave no form of acknowledgement. His eyes remained trained on the television mounted on the wall opposite his bed. Divya followed his line of vision and stopped when she saw Rachna on the screen.

She was more beautiful than an angel.

Her eyes sparkled as she spoke into the mic. Her dress and skin were radiant. Not to mention her smile.

Kabir was hypnotised.

He never knew how intelligent his wife was; he had heard of it, but now he could witness it live on television. She was indeed an exceptional woman.

He had been watching the live telecast ever since it started. Not once did his eyes leave hers. On the screen, he saw nothing but a goddess.

His goddess.

*******

Solanki sat haphazardly on a chair in his room, and he, too, had been watching the live telecast just like his son. The only difference was the beer bottle in his hand, and instead of admiration in his eyes, just like Kabir's, Solanki's were filled with sadness and disdain.

He took another gulp of the intoxicating liquid just as Prisha walked in, a scowl on her face as she looked at him, "What did I say about not drinking?"

Solanki turned his drunk eyes towards her, "You... only said for that day.... You didn't say..." He released a hiccup before continuing, "I shouldn't drink forever."

Prisha rolled her eyes at Solanki's antics, "I don't want you abusing these things. It can damage your liver!" She reprimanded as she tried to get the bottle from his grasp. Solanki wanted to get it away from her, but he couldn't do much in his condition. She grabbed the bottle quickly and kept it as far away as possible from him.

He whined, "Why would.... Do you do that? Give it back."

Prisha ignored his demands, her eyes going to the television, only to come face to face with Rachna. She was not surprised. Her madam had always been gifted with flawless beauty, and from what Prisha could see from the live telecast, Rachna had been blessed with a remarkable brain.

Solanki released a snort, "You are amazed too, huh?"

Prisha returned her eyes to him and scowled, "Of course I am. She is amazing." Solanki rolled his red eyes. Prisha continued, "And you should be proud to call her your daughter-in-law. She is a remarkable woman."

Solanki bowed his head, his eyes welling up with tears. His heart pounded painfully fast in his chest, and he was unsure how much longer he could take. Prisha lowered herself before him, making sure to catch his eyes. "As I said before, everything will fall into place. Your time will come."

Solanki lifted his watery eyes to meet Prisha's beautiful ones, "Really?" He asked, and she nodded.

"Yes, certainly. Now, you should use this time to heal, not to make yourself look more miserable. You are a strong man. Act like it." She said, her voice firm and eyes ablaze.

Solanki's eyes lifted towards the television, and his heart was determined and soul alive. He watched Rachna across the screen and smiled.

His time will undoubtedly come.

********

After the event, Rachna was beyond exhausted. All she wanted was a good night's rest on a cloud-like bed.

They all bid the reporters, and the guests farewell before they dispersed. Payal, Urmi and Suman chatted among themselves as they were scheduled to present their topics.

Rachna sat on a chair in the scanty hall, scrolling through her phone. Kabir's number came into view, and she stared at the contact for several moments.

The Solanki mansion was quite a distance from the Taj, and she was unsure if she could make it through such a distance without collapsing. Kabir was her husband, and she had to inform him that she won't return home at tonight.

She dialled his number, and surprisingly, he picked up on the first ring. "Hello? Rachna?"

"Good evening, Kabir." She greeted slowly, her exhaustion evident in her voice alone.

"How are you? Are you okay?" He asked frantically. Even though he watched the live telecast, and she looked as vibrant as ever, he still needed to ask.

"Yes, I am fine."

"Okay, so how did everything go?" He asked, settling his head back down on Divya's chest. Divya wrapped his arms around him as his torso remained between her legs.

"Everything was fine. I think the audience enjoyed my presentation," Rachna said meekly.

"You think? I watched the live telecast. You were amazing!" Kabir praised, and Divya drew small circles on his chest. The action caused goosebumps across his chest, and he sighed in contentment.

Rachna smiled, "Thank you. But I don't think I can come home tonight."

Kabir frowned, lifting his head off Divya's chest, which made her pout, "Why?" Kabir asked, his ruffled hair falling in front of his eyes.

"I'm tired. I'll spend the night at my mother's place," Rachna sighed.

Kabir's frown deepened, "Okay, I understand. Take care of yourself."

Rachna nodded even though he couldn't see it, "Yes, I will. You too." She said, and they bid each other farewell.

Rachna sighed before rising to her feet, picking up her purse, and heading towards the exit. She met Rahul along the way, and he grabbed her arm softly to stop her. "Going home already?"

"Yeah, I'm exhausted." A yawn escaped her lips to prove her words, causing Rahul to chuckle.

"Why not just stay in one of my Taj's suites?" He said, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.

Rachna released a small laugh, "Um, I'm not sure..." she said with uncertainty.

Rahul took her hands in his, catching her eyes, "Come on, my girl, and it'll be relaxing."

There was no way Rachna could say no with the face he was giving.

Rahul and Rachna excused themselves and headed toward the elevator to take them to Rahul's private suite. 

"I'm so proud of you, Rachna. You've come so far in such little time," Rahul started, causing a blush to creep up her cheeks.

"It's all thanks to you. You're the one that brought me out of the dark pit and into a new world. I'm forever grateful to you," she said just as the elevator doors parted. 

Once inside, the two faced each other with bright smiles on their faces. A dark smile took over her features as she led him to his suite, "Let me give you a glimpse of the height of my gratitude." 

Rachna quickly closed the door behind them as they entered his suite together. Rahul could not wait any longer and quickly hugged her and kissed her passionately. Rachna stepped aside briefly and began to remove his suit piece by piece. Lust quickly dominated Rahul's eyes. Once he was only in briefs, she gently placed him on the bed. He tilted his head to watch her take off her clothes painfully slowly. His member ached as she revealed her see-through lingerie before mounting him and straddling his waist. 

His hands quickly went to the soft flesh of her ass and gripped it harshly, and his actions caused a sharp gasp to escape her lips. Rahul's lips parted slightly as his drunk eyes watched her every move. "I've never met a woman more beautiful than you," he whispered, and her gentle eyes met his.

She quickly pressed their lips together, and the contact sent shocks throughout their bodies. They pulled at each other's lips hungrily. Rahul's large hand cupped the side of her face, urging her to push their mouths deeper into each other's.

Rachna trailed gentle kisses from the corner of his mouth down to his chin, neck, and torso. Rahul shut his eyes as her feather-like lips made contact with his body. A shudder crept up his spine as her small hands pulled down his briefs. His colossal member sprung free, and she took him all in. 

His tip went a few inches down her throat as she sucked sweetly. She felt him twitch at the back of her throat, and just as he was about to erupt inside her mouth, he pulled away. Rachna looked at him with a frown, but her startled expression quickly replaced it as Rahul switched their positions. 

Her back lay flat on the soft mattress as he grabbed the back of her calves and mounted them on his shoulders. The position gave him a magnificent view of her centre, and he licked his lips at the sight of her pink, wet folds.

He drooled at the delicacy. He couldn't stop himself from latching his lips onto them and sucking harshly. Rachna's back arched as his tongue moved in between her folds stylishly. They would go up and down and occasionally slap her clits with his tongue. Her stomach nutted, and her legs began to shake immensely. She exploded into his mouth, and he shut his eyes, relishing her juices' taste.

Her legs relaxed against him as her pants began to slow down, her body relaxing more profoundly into the bed. But he was far from being done with her.

Rahul pulled his face away from her dripping pussy, and he watched as her eyes fluttered close before smiling deviously. He aligned his swollen tip with her soaking middle, and without warning, he plunged into her fiercely. Rachna's eyelids flew open, her lips parting widely as soft cries escaped. "Ah! Rahul..."

Hearing his name leave her lips so deliciously, his movements quickened, and the bed began to creak due to the change in pace. Rachna's body would go up and down, following the motion of his merciless thrusts as he stretched her out completely. Her walls clenched against his throbbing shaft, and it seemed like he was about to lose his mind. His eyes met hers, and she had been looking at him since. She watched his face twist with unimaginable pleasure as he went deeper and deeper into her.

"Rachna..." His words seemed frozen in his mouth as he burst inside her, his semen filling her up completely. It was as good as impossible for Rachna to keep her eyes open as her body was engulfed in supernatural fatigue.

"Thank you, Rahul." Were the words Rachna muttered shocking Rahul and her, but he did not mention it? Somewhat, he smiled at her before placing a sweet kiss on her forehead. That was the last thing she remembered before she was pulled into sweet darkness.