Mistaken Prostitute. 2

The next day Andy woke up and saw Bela sleeping her hands and mouth were open, Vanraj was laying on top of her while Veer and Hrithik were laying beside her and was hugging her.

After that he turned on his phone and saw a call from his wife Khushi and a message from that prostitute.

Her- I can't see your car I'm going back.

Seeing the message he was shocked, he woke up his son's and show them everything.

Van- If the prostate didn't get in the car then who is she.

Vee- Dad she will go and tell everyone what we did with her.

Hri- Dad we can't let her go.

Just then Bela woke up and looked around, she remembers everything that happened to her last night.

How the four of them used her over and over again, soon Bela started to cry, Andy when to her and pulled her hair.

Andy- Listen to me whore if you tell anyone what happened here is I will show everyone this.

Saying that he showed her the video he made of her getting fucked.

Bel- I will not tell anyone please let me go.

Andy- No.

Saying that he gave her the saree and told her to get ready, she went to the bathroom and started to get ready while thinking what will happen next.

After that she had to go somewhere with them, she again found herself in middle of Veer are Vanraj, while Andy and Hrithik were sitting in the front. Soon they were in front of Andy's house.

Andy- Don't say anything inside is that clear. Or else.

Bel- okay.

Then the four of them and Bela went inside there Khushi was standing.

Her- You guys are back how was your business trip and who is she.

Andy- Our business trip was good, and this is Bela she needs a job, she will work here and do as you want.

Her- Ok Bela you can stay in the guest room which is on the right you can go.

Andy nodded and she left, for the next few days, Bela worked diligently as a maid in the large, sprawling estate.

Despite her impressive education and the numerous accolades she had received throughout her academic career, here she was, on her knees, mopping the ground.

It was a peculiar situation for someone of her background, but circumstances had led her to this point. She had always believed that hard work was noble, and she approached her tasks with a sense of dignity and purpose.

Each stroke of the mop across the polished floor reminded her of the resilience she had cultivated over the years.

As she worked, Bela reflected on the path that had brought her here. She had once been a promising student, a woman with dreams of making a significant impact in the world.

However, life had thrown her numerous challenges, and she had found herself in a position where she needed to earn a living, even if it meant taking on a job that society often undervalued.

The irony was not lost on her; she had spent years studying literature and philosophy, and now she was engaged in what many would consider menial labor.

Yet, she took pride in her work, recognizing that every job had its value and that every person deserved respect, regardless of their occupation.

As the days passed, Bela became acquainted with her surroundings. She explored the grand rooms of the estate during her breaks, marveling at the intricate decor and the stories that each piece of furniture could tell.

She would often find herself lost in thought, imagining the lives of the people who had walked through those halls before her.

As Bela was mopping the ground, her movements were capturing the attention of Andy, who was comfortably settled on the couch, engrossed in the newspaper.

The room was filled with the faint sound of the mop gliding against the floor, but Andy's focus was drawn away from the headlines and articles in front of him. Instead, he found himself distracted by Bela's presence.

Her form was striking, and as she mopped, her curves were accentuated by the way she leaned and twisted her body to reach every corner of the room.

The sunlight streaming through the window cast a warm glow on her, highlighting her features and the lines of her silhouette.

Andy couldn't help but admire the way her shirt clung to her, subtly revealing her cleavage.

The sight was both captivating and distracting, pulling his attention away from the mundane news he was attempting to read.

Bela seemed unaware of the effect she was having on Andy. She focused on her task, her hair falling gently over her shoulders as she worked.

Each movement of the mop caused her bosom to sway slightly, a natural rhythm that was almost mesmerizing. Andy's mind wandered as he tried to refocus on the articles about current events, but the combination of the warm afternoon light and Bela's diligent work made it increasingly difficult.

He found himself daydreaming about her, imagining conversations they could have, or perhaps even a more playful interaction that might lighten the mood in the room.

He admired her determination, how she took pride in doing chores, and he couldn't help but feel a mix of admiration and attraction.

As Bela continued mopping, Andy's thoughts drifted, contemplating the dynamics of their friendship and how moments like this might lead to something more.

The air was filled with an unspoken tension, a mix of camaraderie and a hint of something deeper.

Would they ever address the chemistry that lingered in the space between them? For now, he simply sat there, caught in a moment of appreciation, lost in his thoughts about Bela, the mopping, and the intriguing atmosphere they shared.