Temptation - A Maaneet One Shot

Having established himself as a leading entrepreneur in the construction business, Maan diversified into the hotel industry, setting up a luxury hotel in the heart of Delhi, Plaza Geet, named after his beloved wife. Although the hotel received wide acclaim within months of commencement, Maan faced his first serious complaint against the hotel's services. Read on to know more about who was the complainant and what was the motive.

Maan reached the hotel in twenty minutes as the Sunday morning traffic was light. His manager stood at the entrance wringing his hands and looked highly perturbed. Maan asked him what the matter was and was told that the wife of Sheikh Hamid Ali from Oman had checked into the hotel late the previous night after celebrating her birthday in Goa. The sheikh would be joining her later in the day as he had some important meeting with one of his business associates. His wife has been making their lives hell ever since she landed. First she had a problem with the bed tea which was served. Then it was the breakfast. The series of complaints just kept piling on - bed linen, room service, toiletries, swimming pool-she seemed to have a complaint on each and every facility in the hotel. She then demanded that the proprietor, Mr. Maan Singh Khurana be called expressly to listen to her problems. The manager had no choice but to trouble him on a weekend because she threatened that she will sully the image of the hotel. Maan merely nodded his head and asked which room she was in. He then went up to her room and knocked at her door.

The minute the door swung open, Maan's jaw dropped in shock seeing the person at the door step. "You?" he barely managed to whisper as he blinked his eyes to make sure he was not dreaming. A very attractive and voluptuous woman, clad in a tight fitting shirt which accentuated her curves, short mini skirt and stilettos, drawled out, "Maan, am I glad to see you after all these years."

She tried to envelope him in a bear hug but Maan ducked her and offered her his hand instead. "Hello, Sameera," he said in as nonchalant a tone as he could muster. She clasped his hand tightly in both her hands and shook it so hard that Maan's teeth started chattering. Giving her a lopsided uncomfortable smile, he finally managed to extricate his hand from her and rubbed it against his jacket to wipe out her sweat from it.

"So you are Mrs. Hamid, now. What happened to your earlier husband? What was his name, I forget? Vivek? Vinod? Vikram?" he rubbed his chin, pretending to think hard.

"Vikram Manchanda," she said grimly. "We were divorced two years ago. Have been married to Hamid for the last six months. I am his third wife and there is a twenty-year age difference between us, but it does not bother me much for he is a very loving man and pampers me to the core."

"Hamid has several business interests here in India and he asked me if I could accompany him for this trip. I pounced at the opportunity to re-establish contact with my old acquaintances. I've read great reviews about this hotel of yours and insisted that Hamid books me here. I was confident that your hotel will be par excellence just like you, Maan, but your people have really disappointed me. Their service is so bad!" She made a face, expressing her displeasure.

Maan patiently listened to all her complaints and had them attended to, one by one, as she devoured him with her eyes. Maan averted his gaze from her, distinctly uncomfortable under her unabashed stare. Once he settled all her complaints, he turned to leave but she caught his hand and asked him to join her for lunch. He tried to wriggle out of it saying that his wife was waiting for him at home and he wanted to be around her as much as possible as she was in the family way.

"She's in the family way, already?" she asked in surprise. "But I read about your grand wedding just a few weeks back. You didn't waste much time, did you? Naughty boy!" she drawled. Maan threw her a disgusted look before turning his gaze away from her.

If she noticed it, she chose to ignore it."Anyway, congratulations, Maan. Give my regards to your wife. Tell her she is a very lucky woman to get a caring husband like you." She clasped his hand in hers and gave it another vigorous shake.

When he pulled his hand away, he had to flex his fingers to restart the blood circulation. She then very reluctantly bid him good bye and as he stepped out of the room, she let out a sharp scream. Maan turned around to see her in a heap on the floor. He knelt by her side and asked what was wrong. She pointed to her left foot saying she had tripped on her stilettos and twisted her ankle. Maan tried to pull her up but she slumped again. Not having much choice he lifted her in his arms and placed her on the sofa. He then knelt down and removed her stilettos to examine her ankle. It was swelling up fast.

He went to the bathroom and opened the medicine cabinet. Returning with an anti-inflammatory ointment, he knelt down again and stretching her leg, he cupped her ankle in one hand and rubbed the ointment with the other. As he was absorbed in his task, he did not notice what Sameera was up to. Watching his bowed head, Sameera's lust for the man kept rising. She unbuttoned a couple of buttons of her tops to show her cleavage. She licked her lips and looked at him with great yearning.

Once Maan finished with his task, he gently let her foot down and got up but before he could take a step she extended her other foot and tripped him. As he lunged forward she leaned towards him and grabbed him to pull him to her. Maan's face hit the exposed part of her chest and he hastily tried to push himself up. She was quicker though and she caught his face between her hands and captured his luscious lips in hers in a deep French kiss. He clutched her shoulders in both his hands and pushed her hard to free himself. He then swung his hand to slap her but stopped himself because he did not want to hit a woman, however depraved she may be. He gave her a stare which seemed to sear her soul and was about to leave but she caught him again and threw herself shamelessly at him begging him to satisfy her hunger.

"Maan, I am hungry," she panted huskily. " I know you must be hungry too, what with your wife being pregnant and all that. I am sure she must not be in a position to fulfil your carnal needs. Why don't we mutually satisfy each other's hunger? Neither my husband nor your wife need to know. That way nobody is hurt."

"I am ashamed to have ever known you, Sameera, much less entertain you as a guest in my hotel," lashed out Maan, pushing her away. "Do you even understand the sanctity of marital vows? You may hide your clandestine activities from your spouse but can you hide them from your conscience?"

"Conscience?" laughed Sameera hysterically. "Maan, you crack me up. Why do you speak like a seventy year old sage. You and I have a hot past together. You are still a young hot blooded handsome man who is as much in need of a woman as I am in need of a man. So why deny each other the pleasures of the flesh? I may have left you but have not stopped thinking of you. You have the best male physique I've ever seen. Come to me, baby. Come to me and quench my thirst for you," she seductively drawled and tried to once more pull him to her.

Maan was sickened by the woman's raw lust. This time he pushed her hard and she fell back on the sofa. Just then they heard the door swing open and they turned to see the sheikh towering at the entrance. He sauntered into the room and dragging his wife up by her hair he gave her stinging slap on one cheek. As she reeled in shock, he swung his arm and hit her on the other cheek. By now she started bleeding from the corner of her mouth. He yelled at the top of his voice that he witnessed her throwing herself on a reluctant man. He swore that he will kill her. Maan held the sheikh's hand and said that he did not want domestic violence in his premises. He requested him to kindly vacate the hotel as soon as possible and take his wife along with him. The sheikh apologised for the inconvenience caused to him by his shameless wife and agreed to leave the place shortly. Maan then left them to pack up. Half an hour later Sameera and the sheikh left the hotel after settling the bill.

Maan was shaken by the whole experience and immediately left for his house. As soon as he reached home he rushed to the bathroom and scrubbed his lips vigorously to get rid of the imprint of the lusty woman's lips on it. Geet was surprised by his act and ambled towards him, asking him what the matter was. He turned his tormented eyes towards her and holding her hands in his asked her to forgive him.