A BATTLE of WITS
It was early morning when an aroplane landed on Chhatrapati Shivaji Airport in Mumbai.
A woman of around 25 walked out of it. She was tall around 5'8 and had a cute oval face. She had a sim waist but b*som and b*st yhat evoked a man's fantasies.Her features were sharp. She had long golden brown hairs which came down to her waist. She had large sunglasses on her eyes. She wore a red frill top and a whit trouser pant. Red heels adored her legs goving her extra inches. She walked pretty comfortably in them.
She was collecting her luggage when.
" Excuse me miss. Are you a model"?
Rashmi turned and looked at the man asking the question.
Rashmi Sharma
25 years
The Queen
5'8
Rose gold hairs
Honey golden eyes
Journalist
AND RIGHT NOW COMPLETELY P*SSED OFF.
" I am not", she said.
" Are you interested ", he tried again.
" No", she said, collected her luggage and marched off.
She dialled a number.
The number you dialled is currently switched off.
" Where the hell are you", she muttered.
" Excuse me miss", came a voice.
" Seriously", she rolled her eyes anfd turned. 🙄
" I am Rahul", said the man. " I saw you here alone and..", he was saying.
" And what? You thought you could slid into my p*nt*s . Frankly I am not interested. I am tired, hungry and scratchy", She scratched herself vigourously.
" I need bath, food and booze and sleep in that chronological order", said Rashmi. " S*x is not on cards. So bugger off".
The man scurried away.
" Trust you to crush a man's wet dreams", came a voice.
She turned.
" WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE"?
Shaun smiled. He expected nothing less from her.
" Hello fighter", he said. " I missed you too."
Rash sighed.
" I am going to kill him", she said.
" Do you need any help in hiding the body", came other voice.
"You too", she said looking at Guru as she raised a brow.
" We thought maybe you needed a little extra", said Guru checking her out.
" I'll pass", said Rashmi. " A shower is more appealing than either of you".
" Maybe we can arrange a shower for you", said Shaun as his voice dropped to a s*xy drawl.
" Or maybe we can join you", said Guru.
" Or maybe someone is about to lose a limb", said Rash.
" I suggest the hand", said Guru.
" " Right or left", queried Shaun.
" Ugggh lets go", said Rash stomping her foot.
A couple of hours later
Rash stood alone in her balcony.
The men were true to their promises.
She bathed and had a feast. And then they both feated.
On her.
Sated she slept.
But her thoughts came back now. So many things to consider. So many decisions to make. It was an year and half since that tragedy.
" He is my friend and I shall be present for his wedding", said Ranjeet.
" A criminal", said Rash.
" Hold your judgements until you meet him", he had said.
" Not a chance", she said.
AND THEN THEY FOUGHT. AND HE LEFT.
She should have stopped him. Because that day she lost him forever.
" You look wound up your highness", said Guru.
" Where is Jeet", she was straight on point.
" Busy", was the succinct answer.
" He knew I was to arrive today", said Rash.
" He is devoted to this upcoming election", said Guru.
" What's wrong with him", she asked.
Guru cursed her journalist brain.
" Nothing I know of", he replied.
" Is he having an affair", she asked.
" If you mean is he sleeping with other chics the answer is yes", said Guru . " But you already know that. Aren't you guys in an Open Marriage "?
Yes they were thought Rashmi.
After Guru left she remembered her past.
A POLITICAL MARRIAGE.
His father was the state chief minister . And she was the daughter of a media moghul.
Flashback
Two and a half years ago
" But Papa I don't want to get married", she protested.
" I am not forcing you to marry him", said ChandraPrakash Sharma.
" But you want me to meet him", he said.
" And what's wrong in that. You meet a lot of people in your profession", he said. " Consider it one such meeting".
" I don't meet people to select a prospect for marriage. Love, marriage or even attraction should be spontaneous ", she replied.
" I repeat I would never force you to get married. If nothing else you two could be friends", said CPS.
" I select my own friends", she replied.
" You could select him", said Mr. Sharma.
" I already hate him", she declared.
" We should not form judgement without meeting people", said her father.
" I am just 22", she sulked.
" Meet him just once. If you don't like him cross him out of your book forever", said her father.
When she met Ranjeet Oberoi for the first time she had every intention to do that.
" I don't want you or his father to be present to direct us", she made her first move.
Finally it was decided that she would meet him in one of the hotels he owned.
That's right. He refused politics and started his own business. He was very successful too.
Rasshmi was very smart and attractive. She possessed a strong s*xual appeal and was quite aware of it.She was also no scared doll or virgin. She had a healthy and natural s*xual life but she was not a bimbo easily s*duced by successful men and their riches.
" Oberoi my foot", she thought.
She dressed carefully. In a bright yellow off shoulder sundress. Skin show was minimum but a glimpse of her t*ntalising figure was there.
AND HER HUSBAND TO BE WAS NOT UNAFFECTED.
He was openly checking her out. Rashmi felt powerful. Ranjeet Oberoi was really handsome man. Tall and muscular with jet black hairs and firm lips.
This would be a battle of wits
A battle she intends to win.
And he was attracted to her.
" Hello", she greeted politely.
" I must say I am surprised", he said looking at her.
" And that's a rare occurence", she raised a brow.
" Anomaly", he said. " Let's have a seat. ".
She sat opposite to him.
" So you have a degree in journalism", he said. " Walking in your father's shoes"?
" No I am way below him. I need to learn", she said.
" And who better than him to teach you", he raised a brow.
He thought she was a nepo kid. She saw him smirking. Ohh he was provoking her. Well two can play the game
She shrugged.
" Not all of us are allergic to family business", she replied. " But then righteousness does not come naturally. Its the tendency of a human to stray."
" Stray into", he was now interested.
" Unknown wild territory of breaking a law. It starts as an adrenaline rush, then turns into a habit and finally a necessity.
She took a cherry plum and s*cked it.
His eyes widened now.
" That's bold", he smirked.
" Were you expecting an innocent virgin. I am afraid I lost it way back", she said.
" I was not expecting anything". He schooled his features.
" I am afraid I am not ready for marriage", she said. He was about to open his mouth when she raised a hand. " And I choose my friends".
" What about bed partners", he asked.
WAS HE MOCKING HER?
She narrowed her eyes.
" I find you attractive", he said.
" I don't reciprocate the emotion", she said haughtily
He laughed out loud.
" Lets check that theory. Shall we", he said.
He pulled her close and slammed his lips on her.
" Ohh God"! She was breathless. Those lips were sin. Soon she found herself returning his kiss and turning pliant in his arms.
" Isn't this good", he whispered.
Oh my God! He was proving a point. She was duped
" You rascal", she suddenly pushed him. Her eyes filled with unshed tears. " I hurt your ego and you came all down on me like an animal in rut".
Ranjeet looked hurt.
" Sorry", he said as he moved back.
Tears spilled then.
" Rashmi", he said.
" I need to leave", she said. " You proved your point".
" It doesn't have to be like this between us", he said looking in her eyes.
" Like what", she asked weakly.
" Like a battle of wits", he said.
She remained quiet.
He insisted on meal then. He remained polite, attentive and a perfect gentleman throughout the meal. They discussed their professions and challenges. Time flew quickly. Then he dropped her home.
" I would like to meet you again", he said.
" Under different circumstances . I have a farmhouse in Lonavala. Will you come with me there"?
" Why", she asked him .
" So that I can make you fall in love with me" , he said.
She was about to say something when he said
" Because I have fallen head over heels in love with you".
Leaving her stunned he left.