Fatal Temptations SS - STORY ON BLOG - Page 6

It was one of the usual parties that Maan Singh Khurana had to attend, regardless of what he thought of them. He was sitting at the bar when a barely clad girl came to sit next to him. She asked for a drink at the bar, bacardi and coke. It was the usual what girls would ask for, just to show that they can actually handle a drink and that they are not light-weight like many men consider them to be.

This was all FAKE in his world. He could read every woman's intentions, whatever they were. The girl turned around on the bar stool so she was facing him, and then bent down to fix her anklet, which revealed her cleavage. Probably botox he thought. Since when do girls actually have anything real anymore? The girl then sat back up and started to acknowledge his presence.

Sameera: oh hi...didn't see you there! My name is sameera...
Maan: I didn't ask (he replied rather rudely)

Sameera grew a little perplexed at his answer, but she wanted to try all her shots.

Sameera: Nice party huh? The atmosphere is great...but it really cold in here...but I guess you could make me warm...
Maan: You won't be able to handle it os satiate my hunger.

Sameera: Ofcourse...i will sweetheart...this body is made for people like you...

Maan: Fake body?

Sameera looked flustered trying to get out of the mess she was in. He knew it and she did just not wanted this conversation to be pushed further. She knew who this man was, he was THE MAAN SINGH KHURANA. Every model had a dream to get ravished by him, either for her career or just for herself.

Sameera walked away feeling quite insulted that a man thinks she can't satisfy him in bed.

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Maan could see her walking away from her from the corner of his eyes. He smirked. It was then that he saw a girl wrapped in a red see-through saree, looking out of this world. He followed her with her eyes, as she darted around the room, with someone, talking with people, mingling, having small talk. He could see that she could fit into this atmosphere well, without being the usual s*** of the society, but he could also see that she was uncomfortable. It was like she didn't want to be here but was brought anyway. He slowy finished his drink, taking it sip by sip. He slowly got off the stool and made his way to talk to some potential clients. It was HIS party afterall.

He was talking to a client when he found someone walk towards him. He excused the other people that he was currently talking with, and they walked away politely.

Mr. Handa: Maan My Boy...how are you?

Maan: I am good uncle. How are you?

Mr. Handa was maan's dad best friend in his college days and even when he got married. For Mr. Handa, maan was like his son. He had always loved him, for his pure business talents but also always as a father, after Mr & Mrs Khurana's death. Maan would only look upto two people, which was his Daadi and Mr. Handa. Maan stared at the girl next to Mr. Handa, like wanting some introduction. She was the same girl that Maan Singh Khurana had actually spared a glance towards.

Mr. Handa: I am good too. Oh maan let me introduce you to someone, this is my daughter Geet. I am sure you have met each other before, but it has been a long time right?

Maan: Hmm...

Geet: Hello...Mr. Khurana

Geet greeted him politely but somewhere Maan didn't like this formality from her so immediately corrected her.

Maan: Hi...you can call me Maan.

Geet: Hmm...

It was then when the shrill of Mr. Handa's phone disturbed them.

Mr. Handa: Excuse me...

He said and left them standing alone, in this night.

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Maan cleared his throat to grab the attention of Geet, which made geet look up at him.

Maan: So how come I have never seen you before?

Geet: I was studying abroad, came back yesterday.

Maan had a light smirk on his face, glancing her up and down. Geet saw him check her, up and down. A red hue formed on her cheeks, which showed her vunerability. She looked down not wanting to meet his gaze. Maan walked towards her, slowly, still eye-ing her up and down. He had to admit that she was drop-dead gorgeous, that could make any man have adrenaline rush down his spinal cord.

Maan finally reached her and pulled her towards him so that she was now glued to him, and he slowly moved his mouth next to her ear.

Maan: Care for a dance?

Without waiting for an answer, he started to drag her to the dance floor, still holding her waist, protectively and led her to a secluded corner.

Precap: Temptations begin to rise.