'Umm, ahem, well' ...I don't know....Well , why was he taking so long to answer a simple question? Well hasnt Amit always been like this? Gosh, Today he was looking outrageously handsome in his three piece dinner jacket. What was with this guy, man? Why does he do it to me everytime? Its so unfair...
I was suddenly interrupted from my pleasant reverie by the heavy baritone of his voice- " I think we shall get free by midnight" quipped that voice which belonged to a man I was fancying of late much to the annoyance of all my friends.
Amit Khosla -a man of class, style and panache, he was fancied by women of the corporate sector. Something about him stirred those lustful emotions within them. Horror! Horror! I too had fallen prey...But who wouldnt' ? I stayed in his cabin for the greater part of the day, taking down official notes for some client or fxing his appointment for the day with some big shot. But who cared? Amit? least of all....He was selfish and mean, an egoist bastard Yet...He made me weak, very very weak. I really cannot escape from this lustful longing for him every time, i repeat every fucking time I see those honey glazed eyes. Incredibly handsome and yet such a mean asshole. I know I musnt address him like this. He is my senior both in age and experience. Yet I cannot refuse to acknowledge the fact that he is incredibly selfish and can stoop to any demeaning standards in order to meet his needs.Thats Amit Khosla For you-Handsome egotist.Coming back to that statement which he made, I replied " Wow, Sir, thats a great peice of news" Cursing him deep down and felt like kicking him in his shins real hard.However the lustful fanciful me couldnt have thanked God enough for this perfectly timed opportunity bestowed upon me. I shamelessly blushed while I imagined being trapped in his cabin all alone well past midnight. if only I was dressed a little better. I was in a white kurti and red leggings and chappals. Nah! not the ideal set up for this one night in a cabin kind of a thing!!
But hell who cares! He anyways doesn't bother much about middle class 15,000 earning women like me commuting by bus everyday to just see him.
I was suddenly interrupted from my pleasant reverie by the heavy baritone of his voice- " I think we shall get free by midnight" quipped that voice which belonged to a man I was fancying of late much to the annoyance of all my friends.
Amit Khosla -a man of class, style and panache, he was fancied by women of the corporate sector. Something about him stirred those lustful emotions within them. Horror! Horror! I too had fallen prey...But who wouldnt' ? I stayed in his cabin for the greater part of the day, taking down official notes for some client or fxing his appointment for the day with some big shot. But who cared? Amit? least of all....He was selfish and mean, an egoist bastard Yet...He made me weak, very very weak. I really cannot escape from this lustful longing for him every time, i repeat every fucking time I see those honey glazed eyes. Incredibly handsome and yet such a mean asshole. I know I musnt address him like this. He is my senior both in age and experience. Yet I cannot refuse to acknowledge the fact that he is incredibly selfish and can stoop to any demeaning standards in order to meet his needs.Thats Amit Khosla For you-Handsome egotist.Coming back to that statement which he made, I replied " Wow, Sir, thats a great peice of news" Cursing him deep down and felt like kicking him in his shins real hard.However the lustful fanciful me couldnt have thanked God enough for this perfectly timed opportunity bestowed upon me. I shamelessly blushed while I imagined being trapped in his cabin all alone well past midnight. if only I was dressed a little better. I was in a white kurti and red leggings and chappals. Nah! not the ideal set up for this one night in a cabin kind of a thing!!
But hell who cares! He anyways doesn't bother much about middle class 15,000 earning women like me commuting by bus everyday to just see him.
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