He kissed her eyes and dragged his lips on her cheeks. His right hand toyed with her round breasts, one at a time, while his left hand slipped inside her pajamas to caress her feminine slick spot. He nibbled her lower lip and thrust his tongue inside her mouth, as he circled her taut nipples with his fingers. His hand in her pants found that heated spot and he flicked his finger teasing her wetness. She could only lie back and find her body reaching exciting heights she never knew that existed. She began to shiver as he pulled down her panties and thrust two of his fingers inside her. "Oooh... Shlok" she moaned and opened her eyes. No one was in her room. Aastha sat up and threw her head in her hands. His mere thoughts are taking a toll on me. Something needs to be done about these dreams. Cursing herself for sexually fantasizing about her boss, she pulled the covers over her head and tried to fall asleep.
"Oh yeahh... right there baby... harder... harder... faster" the woman screamed as she clutched the sheets of his bed. Although Shlok physically drained his energy by having some heated sex with her, his mind was still stuck on thoughts of his beautiful Personal Assistant, wearing nothing but a violet two-piece. He looked at the woman below him, who was screaming as she climaxed. Gosh, I don't even remember this woman's name. All he could remember was Aastha who gave him a hard-on with a mere thought. How hot she looked this morning; fit to be devoured in her innerwear. He had a trouble controlling himself, while his inner devil kept whispering thoughts of ravishing her on his office desk. Oh how he wished he could wrap those long legs round his waist and make love to her till she could not walk. It was those thoughts that forced him to call a woman, a previous acquaintance, and satisfy his lust. He released himself inside this woman. Crap! I just cannot recollect her name. Maybe I'd just call her "darling" once we're done screwing. He collapsed on the other side of the bed, worn out after a strenuous riding exercise over this woman.
The bright sunlight peeped into her room through the blinds and touched her eyelids. Aastha woke up with a start and glanced at the clock. She had slept through the whole morning, and it was almost time for lunch. Dragging herself to the washroom, she freshened up and changed into a neat sky blue sweater and a pair of black slacks. Once she arranged her bed, she went downstairs, only to hear familiar voices, one female and three males, at the dining table. The female voice belonged to Ananya and one of the male voices was that of her Dad. She reached the table and gasped. Shlok and Varadh Agnihotri were chatting at the dining table. Shlok was seated next to Ananya, and Varadh sat opposite to her. Mr Kirloskar sat the place where the head of the family would sit, which was diagonal to Varadh and Ananya. What upset Aastha was the fact the Shlok was giggling at something what Ananya said and had his hand held in hers. It so happened that Ananya was at the place when the Agnihotri men visited the Kirloskar house. Shlok being the flirt that he was, grabbed a chance to "know" Ananya. The next thing was that they sat next to each other for lunch, busy giggling and locking hands. How can he hold her hand? She was taken by surprise at the possessiveness for Shlok. Why should I feel jealous if my boss is flirting with my best friend? Wait a minute. Jealous? Why must I even feel jealous? I know Shlok's reputation. And Ananya is a very pretty girl. I do not care if they fool around. I'm his P.A. and he's my boss. That's it. Composing herself, she smiled and greeted everyone at the table, and sat at the empty chair next to Varadh, opposite to Shlok.
Grabbing her favourite Aaloo parantha, she tore it apart, dipped it in cold curd and savoured the taste that engulfed her mouth. Mr. Kirloskar smiled as he spoke up. "Baccha, the Agnihotri's have come here to take us to their farmhouse." Aastha smiled and continued eating. It was Varadh's turn to speak. "Yes Aastha. We have an annual auction coming up next week, and we thought that it would be best if it would be held at the farmhouse." "What kind of auction is this?" Aastha spoke with her mouth stuffed. Varadh suppressed a smile and answered, "Oh, it's a charity auction. We do it every year in memory of our parents. The amount collected then goes to the institute who look after the old-aged, the mentally challenged and the orphans" Aastha looked at him in awe. "Wow. That is such a nice thing to do. You have a very good heart Var... I mean, Sir" He shrugged his shoulders at the compliment, and grinned at her. "No formalities with me, please. You can call me Varadh. You are Shlok's P.A., not mine" she laughed at it and continued eating. "Aastha would you do me a favour?" Aastha cocked her brows to Varadh's question. "If you do not mind, would you help me out in sketching the plans for the event? Gracie does it usually, but she was in awe of you to an extent that she recommended that you could do the job. So would you?" Aastha grinned as she could clearly imagine Grace doing that. She loved the woman. Without second thoughts, Aastha agreed to help Varadh, and they resumed eating. Shlok, who although held Ananya's hand, felt uneasy as Aastha chatted with Varadh. He did not like the fact that she talked to Varadh so freely, but was always intimidated by Shlok's presence. His eyes roamed over Aastha's form and he tried to memorize every curve of hers, especially imagining her in the innerwear he witnessed the previous day. If he did not divert his thoughts from Aastha's delicious body, chances were bright that he would make an excuse and haul her into any room, and act on his lusty thoughts. Meanwhile, Ananya freed her hand from his, and let her hand move freely over his thigh, unknown to anyone else. Shlok felt her hand go higher and squeeze his inner thigh. Although he masked his expression, he did feel good. He was a normal man, after all. But, call it double standards or anything else, he loved it when a woman responded to his touch, but he never liked a woman making a pass at him. He found such women "desperate" and despised such behaviour. I'm such a double standard dog. I'm thinking about making out with Aastha, but when her friend is offering the same to me, I'm judging her. Shame on you, Shlok. He shifted uncomfortably, while Ananya continued to rub his thigh seductively.
After a long lunch, they got ready to leave to the Agnihotri farmhouse. Ananya and Aastha went upstairs to freshen up before they left. Mr. Kirloskar, Shlok and Varadh waited in the veranda. "Oh my gosh! Did you see Aastha? He held my hand! He frigging held my hand! I still have electricity shooting through me" Ananya continued her excited rambling, while Aastha gave her a half-hearted smile, which did not go unnoticed by Ananya. "Hey baby, what happened?" and as realization struck her, he gasped. "You like Shlok?" Aastha's widened her eyes. Shrugging her shoulders, she denied it to Ananya with a straight-face. "Oh cool then. You got me worried. I thought you had a crush on Shlok. And I did not want you getting hurt if I flirted with him. But, oh good Lord! He held my hand. I wish I could run my hands all over his..." Aastha decided to block out Anu's voice. She had her own thoughts to fight against. Why am I feeling so bad if Shlok held Anu's hand? I've never felt this way earlier, when Anu flirted with any of my friends. Then why do I feel it now? Pushing away all thoughts, she decided it was best if she avoided talking to Shlok or getting close to him on a personal level.
When they came downstairs, Mr. Kirloskar had to excuse himself since he had to prepare for the teleconference that was to be conduced the next day at his office. So the four of them - Varadh, Aastha, Shlok and Ananya left in the car to the outskirts of the town. The forty-five minute drive in the car was one where Ananya kept jabbering nonsense and making passes at Shlok, Aastha smiling to anything that was being said, Varadh busy on his I-Pad and Shlok listening to Ananya, while stealing glances at Aastha.
On reaching the farmhouse, Aastha and Ananya gasped. It was a huge mansion, built with the finest architecture. The lawn and the fountains reminded Aastha of the palaces in the bedtime fairy tales that her Papa used to read to her. Huge shady trees provided an ideal picnic spot in the open air. The Agnihotri men guided the two ladies into the mansion. Calling the interiors "Beautiful" would be a major understatement. It had the finest art. Beautiful paintings adorned the huge walls. The wooden carvings and stone sculptures added to the beauty. The rooms had huge wooden doors, and each room was disgustingly large and pretty; it could easily fit ten people in each room.
Varadh, being the in-charge of the auction, began to instruct Aastha about the event. The guest lists were given to her, along with the menu for food and the other important details. Aastha paid heed to every word that Varadh said. She liked working with him, rather than Shlok, who only yelled at her and then stared at her. Varadh was extremely friendly and treated everyone with respect. She turned around to search for Ananya or Shlok, but both were missing. Assuming that they must be fooling around, she continued her work and decided to look for them later on.
Ananya had been sticking to Shlok like bees to the nectar. She had insisted on seeing the horse stable that they owned. Shlok had no choice but to guide her to the stable to see the stallions and mares that they bred. The two of them entered the stable and Ananya took advantage of the situation. She closed the door, turned around to face Shlok and pulled him by his shirt towards her. "Ananya what are you doing?" shlok questioned her, with the playfulness in his voice completely gone. "Don't you know Shlok? I thought you would know these games better than me" she unbuttoned his shirt and threw it to the ground, as she traced her finger on his chest. She then pushed him on the stack of hay and took off her footwear. Placing her bare foot on his chest, she rubbed her toes on his chest, tummy and below his navel. She took off her shirt and pulled the straps of her bra down. Kicking her shirt aside, she sat in his lap, took his hands in hers and cupped her huge breasts. It would be a lie if Shlok felt he did not enjoy it. She kissed his lips and he kissed her back with the same fervour. His tongue plundered her mouth, while her hands roamed over his bare chest. He grabbed her hair and pushed his tongue deeper in her mouth. Ananya undid the buckle of his belt and unzipped his jeans. She cupped his bottom and pulled himself closer to her, such that she could feel his arousal against her belly.
The door flew open and a horror-stricken Aastha stood there. Ananya stood up looking at her as she grabbed her shirt to cover herself, while Shlok fumbled to zip up his pants. Aastha turned away from them as she said "I'm done with my work Ananya. I'm leaving" she walked, only to be followed by an apologetic Ananya. "I'm sorry Aastha. I did mean for things to end up as they did. I was just flirting, then one thing led to another and we were..." "Enough Anu" Aastha covered her ears. "I d not want to know about what you two were doing. I'm leaving now. You may do what you want, for all I care. You're not a small girl. You can take care of yourself. And I guess that Shlok Agnihotri would be decent enough to drop the woman home with whom he satisfies his lust" Shlok came out from the barn, but Aastha did not look at him. Ananya stood silent and ashamed. Aastha walked away towards the car where Varadh was waiting for her, to drop them home.
"Arey Aastha. You're back so soon?" Varadh enquired looking at her expression. "I thought you went to call Ananya" she crossed her hands at her chest and sat back in the seat. "she's not a baby and I'm not her caretaker. She can go where she wants, with whom she wants. Please drop me home Varadh." Varadh knew it was better not to ask anything further. If he knew his baby brother any better, he knew that Ananya and Shlok were together, having some fun around. He dropped Aastha home in silence, and Aastha thanked him before she went home.
Mr. Kirloskar was in his study, and Aastha knew it was better not to disturb him. She went to her room and changed into a set of fresh clothes. She saw her phone. It had several missed calls from Ananya and Shlok. She put her phone on silent mode and lied down. Tomorrow would be Monday. She had to see Shlok the first thing in the morning at work. Why would you think about him Aastha? To hell with him. If he wants to have some fun with Anu, and Anu had no problem with it, why are you upset? Get some sleep. Grace warned you that tomorrow is going to be a busy day. Get some sleep Aastha. Get some sleep. She was too tired to notice when sleep washed over her. Her phone kept flashing Shlok's name as he called her up for the umpteenth time. After a few more tries, he gave up. He would have to talk to her next day at work, at any cost.
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