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What training and where in Cbe?

What is your branch of job? Great to hear from you immediately.

Congrates and God Bless You Kutti!

Originally posted by: kams_123

Rathy akka,
😆 😆 Tuesday daaan endaa branchnu therium...susspense maintain panni uyiraaa edukaranga 😡

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Keep your fingers cross for "Lloyds Road, Chennai " branch kams....😊

😉😉😉

Hows Rahul n arthyy akka????

Originally posted by: revasri

What training and where in Cbe?

What is your branch of job? Great to hear from you immediately.

Congrates and God Bless You Kutti!

Training in Gandhipuram in java/j2ee stream

Originally posted by: kams_123

Training in Gandhipuram in java/j2ee stream

Wow, in GP. GP is very busy place. Cbe has changed much within this 10yrs. I am out of India for the past ten yrs, visited only 9 times within these yrs and last time in Jan 2006.

Take rest till Tuesday for this 2months training. All the Best!

Hmmm, Kams, so you will be posted out to some bank branch soon. Let's hope it's a branch near that petrol kiosk where you saw a certain "middle-aged" man. Then you can ogle at him again on our behalf 😃

Anyway, now I know why you consider him, at mid-30s to be "middle-aged" -- you're a kutty 😛 Sorry, I refer to him as a "young man" in the next story, which, by the way, is rated adult fiction, so you may want to exercise discretion before reading it 😉

The dinner party (adult fiction; reader discretion advised 😉)

Folks, I promised myself I won't write any more stories until 10th April as I'm busy working on a report for my office but then romance beckons ... Sorry, this is long but I hope fans don't mind since it's the weekend and you can always easily locate tomorrow's update by the 2 April date. Cheers and enjoy the rest of your weekend, Bonheur.

Priya was excited. The small-town girl had been invited to her first formal dinner party. Although she had already been in Chennai for nearly a year, student life had never allowed her much opportunity for social activities. Besides, her late father was an orthodox Hindu who frowned upon the idea of going to parties of any sort.

Charu was throwing a small dinner party in honour of a visiting business magnate from Bombay, Satish Bedi, and his socialite wife. The guest list included a local minister, a couple of businessmen, Madan, in his capacity as chamber president, and their wives.

At 7.30, Charu's chauffeur arrived to pick up Priya, as promised. Priya stepped out in a dazzling black silk saree with a silver jari border. At Shanthi's insistence, she was wearing a matching spaghetti-strapped blouse. To top it off, she wore fake Bvlgari jewellery. Her long, flowing hair, carefully blow-dried by a hairstylist, fell sensuously over her bare shoulders.

Priya was a little self-conscious initially as her dressing sense had always been conservative but she became thankful for Shanthi's omniscient sartorial guidance when she realized that she had been thrust into the company of a bunch of women who seemed to have just stepped out of the snazziest fashion magazines. Anita, the wife of the business magnate, was decked out in a white ensemble – silk saree, matching halter-necked blouse and multi-layered pearl necklace. She gave Priya a snooty once-over and turned away to engage the minister in conversation. But Charu complimented Priya generously on her dress sense. Charu's large frame was elegantly wrapped up in a deep green silk saree, enhanced by matching diamond jewellery.

After pre-dinner cocktails, Charu ushered her guests to the dining table, laid out for 12. She had planned the seating arrangements and all the seats were occupied except that on Priya's right and Charu's own left. The servant just then brought the phone to Charu.

"What? It's a Saturday evening, and you are still working? ... You are not coming from the office, are you? ... Oh, you went home to change. Good, good.... You are already driving? ... You'll be here in 10 minutes? ... No, no; no need to apologise. I understand. We'll wait for you. I don't think anyone is particularly hungry. They're still enjoying their cocktails."

Barely 10 minutes later, a red Porsche roared up Charu's driveway and a flustered young man emerged. Priya's heart almost skipped a beat. He was wearing white denims and a crisp Calvin Klein shirt in black that revealed a broad, hairy chest and a slender gold chain. Flicking back his hair, he apologized with a broad grin, "Sorry, I am late, folks; I had an emergency at work."

Charu stood up, shook his hand and announced, "Ladies and gentlemen, this is Assistant Commissioner Durai, the most eligible bachelor in town." Priya froze at the mention of the words "most eligible bachelor."

Anita walked up to Durai just then, gave him a hearty hug and cooed in her sultry voice, "Dee, it's been, what 10 years? I'm so glad to see you, yaar. You look as great as ever." As Anita held on to Durai affectionately and rubbed his back, Priya felt a surge of jealousy. Anita introduced Durai to her husband as an old college-mate and the two men shook hands. "Anu has spoken a lot about you and we've read all those good things about you in the papers. You must come visit us when you're next in Bombay," said Satish Bedi. Charu gestured to Durai to take his seat next to Priya.

As Durai slipped into the seat next to Priya, his shoulders gently grazed against hers. "Hi Priya," he smiled. Priya maintained a deadpan look even as she was overwhelmed by his Davidoff. The waiters began to serve dinner and the room was abuzz with conversation. Priya had never had an alcoholic beverage before but she did not want to feel left out as all the other women, except Rohini, were imbibing copious amounts of wine. She had read about the health benefits of red wine and thought there would be no harm in trying a glass. There always was a first time, anyway. Besides, she was irritated that Durai had been seated next to her and she wanted some thing to calm her nerves. So, when Durai ordered a glass of red wine, she heard herself adding her request to the waiter.

The conversation meandered from topic to topic and then shifted to white collar crime and the spotlight fell on Durai, who spoke animatedly about some of his experiences. As he spoke, Priya felt Durai's knee grazing against hers. She tried to move away but he rested his left hand on her knee, leaned towards her and whispered with a glint in his eye, "You look very sexy tonight, Priya". But Priya simply stared ahead. Durai neatly re-joined the conversation but at the same time began gently fondling her knee, sending a chill down her spine. She tried to push back his hand but Durai pinned down her hand instead and started to entwine his fingers into hers. Priya managed to maintain her deadpan look. Charu, sensing motion under the table next to her, threw a glance at Durai and Priya. Durai gave her a sheepish grin. Charu winked and smiled broadly.

The dinner ended at 10.30 and the guests began to stream out. As Durai said his goodbyes, Charu asked whether he could drive Priya home. "Certainly, Charulatha Madam; I'd be happy to," replied Durai. Priya interjected immediately that she could take a taxi home. "No way, Priya," said Charu with genuine consternation. "It's late. And you cannot be any safer than you'd be with the Assistant Commissioner. Go with him, please."

Priya sensed she was being set up but had to yield to her boss's command. As she reluctantly walked towards the car, she had a heady feeling and almost tripped but Durai caught her by the arm quickly and opened the car door for her. Priya had found the Merlot to be surprisingly agreeable and had drunk not one but two glasses. She wondered whether she had hit a pebble in the road or had just been too drunk to walk steadily. Was her speech slurred? Why did everything look so blurred? Why did she have to keep blinking?

Durai threw the car into gear and soon sped off. The music system started and some old melodies in Hariharan's mellifluous voice filled the air as the two sat in silence throughout the 30-minute ride. Durai threw occasional side glances at Priya but she kept looking straight ahead.

After what seemed like an eternity to Priya, Durai brought the car to a halt outside Shanthi's house and switched off the ignition. The house was in darkness. The street lights were dim and there was no one in sight.

Durai turned around and looked intently straight into Priya's eyes. His gaze was so mesmerizing that Priya was transfixed for a few seconds. Durai gently ran his fingers through her hair. Priya felt herself shuddering at his touch. Durai lowered himself and let his lips graze against her cheek, her forehead, her eyes, her neck. He moved up to her earlobes and Priya moaned softly. As his mouth reached hers, Priya felt weak in the legs. Her hands slowly made their way towards Durai's shoulder, caressed his hair and then began digging into his back. As her saree fell off her shoulders, she drew him closer towards her. Her lips were now fully parted and she offered no resistance. But just then, Durai pulled back, mumbled an apology, got out of the car and opened Priya's door for her.

Jolted out of her momentary lapse of judgement, Priya got out of the car and walked straight towards the house, not looking back once at Durai, who was staring at her, his face ashen.

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It was nearly 11.00 when Durai got up the next morning. He had not slept until the wee hours. He kept longing for Priya. He missed her touch and wanted badly to make love to her. He wasn't sure what to make of those passionate moments he had shared with her. Had he gone too far? But Priya hadn't resisted. Should he have taken advantage of her when she had let her guard down? He was confused and disturbed.

He decided to call Priya to offer his apologies and dialed her number with trepidation. The phone rang on the other end but there was no answer. He tried a second time. Again no response.

Durai then punched in Priya's number a third time. There was a distinct click on the other end this time. Priya had hung up on him. Durai flung down his cellphone in frustration and started pummeling into his punching bag.

WOW! that was an amazing short story Bonheur. i think ACD should have just kissed priya there & then.😳😳 the emotions were well portrayed & you even gave priya a makeover! i can just imagine her in a black spaghetti strapped silk saree.😃

awww... i wish tamil serials could be a bit more bold & show these kind of scenes. after all i think ACD & priya will be able to pull it off as they share quite an intense chemistry with each other.😳😳 *blush*

Bon, ennappa eppadi mudeethu.

Wow .....................

I can't express my feeling like you on your flow and wow................ Amazing.

Keep up your work and give us some feast like this very often. Already, I read it for three times and copied in my personal folder.

God Bless You!

Originally posted by: revasri

Bon, ennappa eppadi mudeethu.

Wow .....................

I can't express my feeling like you on your flow and wow................ Amazing.

Keep up your work and give us some feast like this very often. Already, I read it for three times and copies in my personal folder.

God Bless You!

Aiyayoh! Revasri, please don't ask for God's blessings and all. I feel very humbled by your praises (yours too, Jiggly). All I am doing is indulging my own fantasies since, as they say here in Singapore, men are like parking spaces; all the good ones are taken and the ones left over are handicapped 😃 I am past the stage of looking around and am content with living in a fantasy world, which can be quite fun in itself 😛