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First of all, Thank you so much for the response. I appreciate you taking the time and reading this work.
I myself am shocked as to how i could update so soon. But considering my joblessness at the moment, i did so. However I may not be able to update until the end of April. Apologies. So here goes Part 2.
P.S.: Sorry for not being able to PM
Part Two
"Varadh" Mrs Sachdev called out, and being the gentleman that he was, Varadh held the middle-aged lady's hand and kissed it. Her blush proved that age was just a number for the Agnihotri men. Not to mention that all married women as well as spinsters had their eyes on the two handsome Agnihotri men. "Varadh, aren't you adorable" she said as she gently pulled her hand from his, to which he returned his charming smile. Shlok, of course, rolled his eyes and resumed his task of mentally noting Aastha's features.
Not bad. In fact, she's really good' Shlok thought to himself as he burned her image on his mind. Her silky waist length hair that lay neatly on one shoulder, her flawless fair skin, her green eyes that shone like emerald, her wide smile enclosing her white pearly teeth that would put any model in the toothpaste advertisement to shame, her deep dimples on the either side of her cheek. Simply captivating'. The skin on her shoulders and her bare back which was visible, thanks to the low cut on the back, was smooth like the finest white chocolate. She had her right hand clasped in her left one, and Shlok smiled imaging how those arms would feel around him. Then his eyes grew darker as his eyes found new places to explore. She had a sizzling body. Her spaghetti strapped dress was modest enough to cover up her chest, but it fitted her well enough to seem like second skin on her. Her breasts were perfectly shaped. Shlok looked at his right palm and imagined the feel of her mounds in it. It would fill his hands perfectly. He returned his gaze on her and studied the rest of her features. She had a slender waist that swelled into perfect round hips. Her right leg was visible through the slit of her gown that passed above her knee and stopped at her mid-thigh. Those legs of hers were mouth watering and gave him all sorts of ideas that he wouldn't dare to say in public. They were definitely the legs of a model, long, firm, smooth and perfectly shaped. Images of her wreathing under him, moaning and panting his name, while he rocked her in bed as her legs wrapped round him flooded his head. He couldn't afford to think more, or else the evidence of his thoughts would be straining against his trousers.
Mrs Sachdev's voice snapped him out of his corrupt thoughts, and he had to look away from Aastha to listen to what she was saying. "But why Varadh? Both of you are very handsome and are rotting rich. You could get any girl. And yet, you are not interested in marriage?" Shlok looked at Varadh's pained expression and winced inwardly. Marriage was not an open topic for discussion in Varadh's life and Shlok knew it better. It was seven years back when that gold digger broke Varadh's heart and he had still not gotten over it. Meaningless relationships and one night stands were just a way to get out of those memories for him, but he still hadn't gotten over her. Hell, Varadh had even bought a huge diamond ring for her fingers and planned to propose her for marriage, and she went away without saying anything. It seemed like it was only money that mattered to her and she din't want any strings of relationships to tie her down. Looking at Varadh, Shlok had decided not to love anyone. "Mrs Sachdev, if and when we have wedding bells ringing, we'd make sure you're invited" Shlok spoke as his jaws tightened. He instantly disliked that woman, for she brought up a sensitive topic, and it took Varadh's memories seven years back in time. Mrs. Sachdev forced a smile, and hurried away like a mouse. "I need a drink. I'll be back" Varadh said to Shlok, and walked towards the bar. Translation of that statement: Leave me alone for some time.
In the meanwhile, Aastha had been studying Shlok's body. He was about 6 feet three, and his entire being screamed masculinity. Her eyes guided down his tuxedo clad frame. She could tell he was broad-chested with the way the shirt strained against his chest. He did not look like he had a single ounce of fat anywhere on his body. Calm and composed, he stood with his left hand shoved into the pocket of his trousers, and the wine glass in his right. The button of his suit was open, and Aastha could see how perfectly his clothes hung on him. He seemed too delicious to bite. What she wouldn't give to run her hands on the bare skin of his abs, and maybe below. Much below. And as though listening to her thoughts, Shlok suddenly flicked his glance towards her and gave her one of his devastating grin. Damn. Aastha thought that she would seep into the ground. She turned scarlet as though she was caught stealing cookies from the cookie jar. She turned around and walked away from him, covering her blush. Unknown to her, Shlok watched her hourglass figure and surveyed her backside, as she swayed her hips and walked away. Impressive. Very, very impressive' he murmured and he continued to feast on the wine.
Shlok had picked up his third glass of wine and sipped on it, when Mr. Kirloskar walked to him, with his pretty daughter, Aastha. "Mr. Shlok Agnihotri" they shook hands for the second time. "You must have met Aastha, my daughter" Shlok looked at her into her deep eyes, and Aastha let out a gasp from her mouth. It was like he was trying to read her soul. Her parted lips gave him ravishing ideas. Her lips on his body. All over it. Hell, her father was in front of him, and Shlok thoughts were about ravishing his daughter. Shaking his mind from it, he spoke up, his eyes barely leaving Aastha's eyes. "Yes Mr. Kirloskar. I met her earlier when I just reached the party." Mr. Kirloskar grinned cordially, not noticing the exchange of heated glances between the two. "I needed a favour from you Shlok" Shlok cocked his brows in question. It was very rare that business associates addressed him by his first name, without formalities. Shlok had that image about himself. People always preferred associating with his elder brother, Varadh, who was friendlier and more patient than Shlok.
"It's about my daughter" Shlok stopped his wine glass mid-way to his mouth and stared at Mr. Kirloskar. In a second, he resumed his posture. "She's in her final year of college and her final semester begins in on Monday. It's about her internship. I could have set her up at my company, but she is too proud to work with her dad" Mr. Kirloskar said in amusement, as Aastha frowned at him. "So I was just wondering if she could work under your guidance at your firm?" And turning towards Aastha, he said "Why don't you tell him yourself, while I attend the others? Hope its okay with you Mr. Agnihotri" Shlok just raised his glass in response and pursed his lips in a smile, after which Mr. Kirloskar walked away, leaving the two together.
"Ummm, what Dad said wasn't really right" Aastha said avoiding looking at him. When she did not hear him respond, she craned her neck to look at him, only to find that his eyes were staring at her. Those eyes. Damn. Quickly averting her eyes, she said "It's not like I would not love to work with Dad. But I need an exposure to the Industry. Working with Dad would not give me such an experience because no matter what, the staff would always treat me like their boss's daughter. I need to work in a place where I would be treated like a normal intern, a regular employee. So Mr. Agnihotri, I was thinking if, maybe, I could work for six months as an intern, it would really help. Moreover, having a work experience with the Agnihotri's would fetch me a job anywhere" All the while, Shlok just stared at her, soaking every word in his ears. Aastha wasn't sure about his response. And before she was more embarrassed, she turned away, only to hear Shlok call her name.
"Why job? You're decently rich. Why would you work?" Aastha's eyes shone as she told him that she wanted to be independent and stand on her own feet. "I know Dad has worked hard to put up all of this" she said as she waved her hand around the surrounding they were standing in. "But I want to be known more than Mr. Kirloskar's daughter. I want to make my own identity. To be known as Aastha Kirloskar." Realizing she spoke too much in one breath, she looked at Shlok, to find him staring at her. She couldn't read his expression. It was masked with blankness. A few seconds later, he said, with an amused smile, "See me on Monday at 9am. I do not like late comers" Aastha grinned and thanked him. Then she ran towards her Dad to tell him that she had convinced Mr. Agnihotri for the internship at his office. Meanwhile, Shlok had other thoughts as he watched her. "How on God's green earth am I going to keep my hands off her? I hope I did not make a mistake" He straightened himself and gulped the rest of his wine down his throat and relished the warm burn in his chest . Hell, he was going to need self control. A lot.
The dinner was smooth. Everyone cheered as Aastha cut the cake and fed it to all her near ones. Shlok and Varadh mingled with the other business associates to keep chatting on topics about work. Mr. Kirloskar and the Agnihotris were official business partners, as they signed the deal and shook hands in congratulations. After greeting all, they walked towards the car to leave the venue. Shlok turned back to look at Aastha. Aastha's eyes found Shlok's and they stared. Something happened. There was some spark between them, that both din't understand. Shlok brushed the thought aside. Who the hell had time for teenage puppy love? He frowned at sat inside his spacious vehicle. He would go home, and call one of his previous women to satisfy him in bed. After all, he needed a release. Specially after looking at that emerald eyed goddess. Damn! She is distracting!
Deep in the night, Aastha felt his fingers on her bare skin of her tummy. Her satin shirt had been pulled up, right below her breasts and those long fingers were circling her navel. Aastha shut her eyes in pleasure. A rough hand toyed her well-endowed bosoms, circling her pert tip. She felt his hands tighten on her breast, and his fingers crawled down, sliding the band of her pink pajamas. She felt her insides melt like butter, and his fingers touched her wetness. She bit her bottom lip to scream from pleasure. She wanted more. She wanted him inside of her. She opened her mouth to gasp when she felt his fingers slide inside her slick spot. She opened her eyes, and saw those dreadful pale green eyes on her, moaning her name in whispers "Aasthaaa"
Aastha sat up straight. No one was in her room. She pinched herself. It was a dream. A hot, sexy, erotic, wet dream. "Oh gosh. What is happening to me? Why is he affecting me this bad?" She threw her head in her hands, as her fingers ran threw her hair. "I hope it's not a mistake working with him" her eyes grew wide. How was she supposed to behave herself, when his one glance affected her in the sleep? Hell, he tortured her in her dreams. A sweet torture. Oh how nice if it turned out true. Aastha cursed herself. "Aastha, get your mind out of the gutter for heaven's sake and get some sleep. You're dreaming because you happened to stare at him all evening. Your mind is playing tricks. You have been saving yourself for the man you marry. Stop thinking so promiscuously" She got up, went to the bathroom, splashed some cold water on her face and lied down on the bed. Sleep overcame her soon, as she was dead tired. But Shlok did torture her quite many times in her dreams, throughout the night.
Edited by Sobsession - 11 years ago
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