Forgetting Trisha: Bangalore Chapter 3
Hey, how's it going, budding writer here.
(FYI, this chapter isn't really heavy on the steamy, seedy stuff. So, if you were looking forward to that, try chapter 4 instead, it's gonna be a scorcher.)
Let me fill you in quickly on what's happened in the story so far - Arun, our protagonist, is working through the aftermath of a breakup with his ex, Trisha. To put his loneliness to bed, he loses his V card to an unknown hooker. And after that, he heads to his job where there's more drama, thanks to his coworker Twinkle.
She's not pleased that he's got Twinkle as his new teammate, and Raj is salty about it too. Twinkle's been laying on the complaints thick, which if you ask me, is kind of hypocritical since she threw a fit about spending time with the newbie in the first place. Regardless, Arun has been showing her the ropes, giving her tips on the project and the officealiens they work with. Oh, and he told her which coffee blend works best with their coding.
And now, there's been a slight miscommunication or something. She's accusing him of coming onto her, which he finds hard to believe given they were busy with project work.
Since she doesn't seem to understand the situation, I heard he's shifting his focus onto the next chapter of his life. But, before that, there's some intriguing stuff in store. Just like a jigsaw puzzle, the pieces just have to click into place.
As you might've guessed, some of this story is actually true, like the time Arun was stuck with a crappy job in Bangalore. Also, you know that sex scene. Your call if it's real or not.
If you want to understand the plot more comprehensively, read chapters one and two first.
'What's up, sexy message receiveeeeeer', the WhatsApp notification read. 'Got a sec for a raunchy dialogue? '
Arun slowly swiped his finger and browsed through the message. Twinkle looked over, her top lip curled in annoyance. 'Are you even listening?' she demanded, 'The meeting's going on.' Arun didn't acknowledge her. Then, 'Look, did you at least catch the part where they said they're moving resources out of testing next quarter?'
He nodded begrudgingly, not wanting to admit that he'd been too busy doing something else entirely. 'Then what's the matter?' she huffed, 'We're in a meeting.' Arun played it off, taking his sweet time in replying as he answered her attention-grabbing chat.
The room was filled with other colleagues and higher-ups, all intently listening to Ishita's presentation. It felt uncomfortably hot, with the windows only opening to a narrow sliver, barely letting in the cool breeze. They had coffees and tea to help them make it through the marathon speech, and some paan and a few cookies for energy.
Project review meetings were a usual thingy. It was where senior management showed off their Bla-bla-bullshit numbers - how much they saved or made, what projects were complete, and the ones that were pending. And if they had anything to say about it, the lowlifes in test usually had to attend the nerve-racking event too.
Arun's team was pretty much done with their part - it was Arun's turn to present a quick overview of what the testing team did. He raised Michael Phelps arms to highlight the efforts from Twinkle and Raj. "I'm just lucky to have them on my side", he joked, hoping to break the ice.
But Raj's response spoke of words unsaid - a glare that could make marble laugh. And Twinkle didn't seem to care either, looking down at her nails like they were more interesting than her coworkers speaking to her.
"I know", Arun thought, 'Twinkle, you have every right to be annoyed, 'cause Raj has a boner for you. Frankly, I don't blame him. But like, he's married and should be happy at home. So, no...'. To make matters worse, she started going on and on about his lack of seniority, and barely any chest hair. 'Pathetic bitch', he thought, but decided against it.
He's been more than forgiving. He's spent his time educating her on tech stuff and even made a helpful note about the office and co-workers. Told her which teas complemented the code best. He was like a big brother or a mentor.
Still, she came up with a line that really burned him. 'I didn't realize you were keen on me like that'.
How familiar it felt, all those flashbacks of Arun and Trisha. This girl had it in her head that she was owed some kind of status. It was oddly similar to the way Trisha had behaved. Despite these two cases, he's been fair with her - teaching her everything he'd known and still offering her help. He couldn't help but wince a little.
He decided to stop being triggered by her unconvincing complaints, knowing that life changes when focus shifts from the past. What's next for Arun would be mind-blowing, if only the pieces of the puzzle would fall into place soon. Read on to find out about his next chapter.
And, considering that Arun and the author personally experienced his fuck fest with a prostitute and other parts of the story, was that a 'gentle reminder' of their lives? Just askin'.
In their office, the combined intelligence certainly wasn't exceptional, not even on those deceitful online IQ tests. Nonetheless, most employees knew it was Raj spreading the rumor through Twinkle that Arun was hiding a creepy secret. With greater proactivity than S&P just before the 2008 financial crash, the office's gossip enthusiasts gave it a D-grade (something that needed to be witnessed to be believed) and discarded it.
However, even the slightest whisper of this was business with risks. Keeping a watchful eye on the salary budget, HR would notice any suspicious behavior. Let's also mention that when Raj occasionally burst in, loudly claiming he'd personally protect Twinkle from anyone with ill intentions, the whole ordeal was intimidating.
Arun found himself thinking back then that Raj's threats were just bluff.
He completed his presentation, ignoring that his coworkers could see him on his phone. When one MBA intern presented a SWOT analysis somehow linked to a quote from Oprah, Arun planned a casual response to the prostitute.
"Yeah, I'm free right now," he typed.
"Waiting for her response," he mused.
Although it wasn't too coy, he had no intention of revealing his eagerness to meet her again. The idea of their previous encounter kindled feelings he had presumed long-buried, like "Why, Trisha, why?" and "I've grown tired of this loneliness." These feelings could exacerbate desperation.
A hooker? Yes, she might be a secretive, friendly person. However, Arun knew he was just a client to her. He also had no doubts that she'd slept with multiple men since she'd fucked him in a seedy room at the Hotel Grande De La Grand.
Even so, he couldn't prevent his brain from recalling that she'd promised to contact him when she was ready for another encounter. No word for ten days. Until now.
The first few days were bearable - replaying their night together in his mind satisfied him. He pictured her, her hair falling over and underneath her shoulders in delectable curls, her eyes pleading for him to forcibly pull her close by her hair. Her lithe, soft body would sway for him, enchanting him as he touched her firm breasts, soft and solid simultaneously.
After four to five days, his imagination had to work harder, but her image remained. He imagined, with some ASMR, her shapely hips stretching a silky, black G-string to its limit. His mind's eye could even enjoy the sight of her toned legs and the sun-kissed, smooth brown skin.
On day seven, he decided to offer her a chance to meet. All day, Arun kept checking his phone for her response. At one point, Twinkle demanded to know if he was under consideration for a new job.
No reply from the prostitute. Finally, "Got a minute?" She texted.
"Not if you plan to toy with me," he thought. He'd shift focus to something else bothering him: Ishita's erratic behavior.
As soon as Raj hinted he might be pursuing Twinkle, Arun had planned to inform Ishita that he'd have to quit mentoring.
"No," she said without glancing up from her screen. "You're the only one I want near her, Arun." Her phone rang.
No reaction from the hooker. Now, impatient, Arun decided to shift focus to Ishita's peculiar conduct.
To him, this situation felt like a suspenseful movie. A man charts a journey to rescue the woman he loves. Eighty percent into it, disaster strikes. The girl is missing, and somewhere, some enemy twists plots to exploit her. The hero climbs the mountain, then loses his way. Even so, he perseveres, finding an unexpected ally. Finally, after facing unspeakable horrors, he discovers the enemy abducting her. An intense showdown ensues, and the girl is saved; the man and the girl return to their village, now more closely bonded than ever.
Could this occur to him? He might be a mere customer to this prostitute, but she was his only ally. They were supposed to meet, against all odds, but where did the time go? Radiating his frustration, Arun decided to redirect his thoughts.
He'd play her game. Committing to his mission, he'd lure her to a place near the dried-up lake—distant, obscure, and unnatural. And along this journey, Arun found himself genuinely missing his ally. His old life had been a vaccuum, but, she—she was like the sun, and he'd become a leaf grasping for the warmth of her caress.
"Raj is clueless. Sundar and Jack have plenty on their plates already." This statement was made by someone as she disregarded the ringing phone. "Beena hasn't returned from her maternity leave yet."
She then picked up the receiver, just as it was about to go silent. "You're the only one I want around her," she had said, almost under her breath.
Arun shook his head, confused. What did she mean by "You"? Was he like a protective figure for Twinkle, akin to the older, wise character in a 90s TV show who selflessly tries to safeguard the lead character, only to meet a tragic end for her personal growth?
As he pondered these questions, he was unaware that an electronic missile was about to capture his attention completely.
*New message from the mystery hooker*
"Finally," thought Arun, getting ready to tap on the notification. "She really should've sent something like, 'How are you?' or 'I'm dating a Nigerian Prince and for a small sum of 5 million, I can-"
*Mysterious hooker sent a photo
'Hi there, young fella! XOXOXOXO. Here's a little something for you as a reward for making love to me so passionately the other day. Can't wait to see your reaction! Oh, by the way, my next client, Basic Package 25.04, barely kept me satisfied at all. Anyway, my special gift is a bit racy – find somewhere private to view it!' The hooker wrote in a mischievous tone. "Unless...perhaps you want to let your boss see naked women while you work? (>.<). Let him know I said hey!*"
Arun slammed his phone face down on the table with a snap.
The MBA intern, who was droning on about Melon Tusk's cycle company with the executive VPs, seemed to be caught off guard by the unexpected noise. He halted mid-sentence.
A moment of tense silence followed, interrupted only by an aircraft overhead creating a loud hum. The silence only accentuated the noise of the plane.
Arun anticipated all eyes on him, but to his surprise, no one seemed to care. One executive began to tap on their watch. A few more stood up to take highly important phone calls. Another employee coughed. Eventually, some of the execs started to leave, effectively ending the meeting.
The intern, who was prepping for a comeback to his presentation, noticed his bosses slipping away, and followed them. The video technician had to rush to get back the presenter's collar mic and pointer.
But Arun's mind was elsewhere. His attention was focused on the secretive image sent to him. Was it really what he imagined? Was it a sensually dressed image in lingerie? Maybe a more daring naked photo from the shower? Perhaps an innocent one with an apron?
Yes, he was bothered by the hooker's manipulations and felt used. He hated that he had to resort to just imagining her while pleasing himself, but he admitted - this was the ultimate fantasy: a woman sending him her nudes for free. No begging, no negotiations, and it all happened while he was at work.
"Time to find a more private place." Arun thought, feeling instantly perked up. They could tackle the morality of who should've initiated contact first later.
His opportunity arose as they neared their workstations. As people from different departments seeped away from the crowd, Arun mumbled something about needing the restroom and doubled back the way they came from. While Ishita looked concerned, Twinkle demanded,
"Wait," she said in an annoyed tone.
"What do you want now, Twinkle?" Arun mumbled back.
"Uh, I'm not able to provide you with my password, Twinkle," Arun said, rolling his eyes. "You don't have the necessary clearance."
He could've softened his response by adding a "yet" before the end of his sentence. Once Twinkle was completely onboarded, she'd attain a similar level of access. But this was his subtle dig at her. Their time together as mentor and mentee had been a difficult journey for Arun.
Twinkle wasn't fazed. She shrugged.
"Fine. I'll ask Raj for his password." She said, and stormed off. Her exit was complete with a dramatic about-face and a long, dramatic walk away. You'd think she was starring in a soap opera.
Arun only needed to wait for ten minutes (and timed it with his watch) until Twinkle returned, her demeanor entirely different. She looked impaled, and that's saying something in India with the average complexion hovering between a cappuccino and a strong latte. Her shoulders were slouched, and she sat, staring at the floor. She looked on the verge of tears at any moment.
'Characteristic of Raj,' Arun thought. Some believed Raj used only his wiener to think. However, they forget that since his wiener was on the smaller side, his brain wasn't oxygen-starved, preventing him from making rational decisions. He probably gave Twinkle a proper rejection when she asked for his password. So much for being a champion of a damsel in distress.
He understood the logic behind her rejection. Giving away your password is riskier than clicking on those 'Horny MILFS in your area want YOU' ads. Along with allowing you to modify the product code, an adequate level of access was required to update settings, install products, and even orchestrate a "Oops, I emailed a rival company with our proprietary software tee-hee." Individuals had lost their jobs when their passwords stopped functioning, instead of receiving termination notices from HR.
Arun proceeded to do something extremely foolhardy.
"Very well," Arun said, sighing and putting his hands up in mock surrender. "Since you're so adamant, here's my access." If Twinkle heard him, she didn't show it by changing her aversion. Instead, she fixated on her computer screen with blank, switched-off screens. She heaved a massive sigh and then exhaled long and slow.
*New message from mystery escort received*
Unanticipated. No further messages were expected from the escort other than the steamy photo she had sent him. Arun was genuinely taken aback. He reopened the notification, read its contents.
'Heyyy' The escort had written, "I guess you're really busy today, huh? It's nothing really. I know that I said I would text you soon after I left the other day. I'm sorry about that. It's just that, I've been thinking a lot lately, and I just wanted to let you know that -"
Wait a minute? What did she want him to know? Arun desired to read further, but this wasn't possible due to the NSFW photo accompanying the message.
'I must leave,' Arun thought. This was getting a bit eerie. Perhaps there was a reason cookie-cutter Hallmark flicks always featured the same narrative.
He penned the password for his access level on a sticky note and set it beside Twinkle. Again, she showed no reaction, remaining in a trance before the screen. A few more minutes, and she'd be providing a first-rate zombie imitation, similar to the night shift employees.
'Okay. Time to make a trip to the restroom. There are various tasks that need to be accomplished, like viewing a bomb-ass nude from a sexy escort and possibly enjoying a bit of alone time during the company's expense. And then, we can address what to do about Twinkle next.'
'OUT OF USE'
On the men's bathroom wall hung a signboard with instructions, but Arun couldn't help but glare at it. "Great," he muttered under his breath. He'd need to take the stairs to get to the floor above, where the functional restroom waited. "Hopefully, it's not taped up like the one on this floor."
As he made his way up the stairs, Arun bumped into Vel, who was known as Velumuthukumaran in more formal settings. But in the office, everyone called him Vel. Vel was from the Research and Development team, and he had a knack for being amiable once you got past his initial coolness. His casual admission that their projects were just a tax deduction, though, had earned him a spot in Arun's good books.
"Hey, Vel," Arun called out, trying to stay friendly. Despite his calm demeanor, Vel had accidentally walked into conversations about Arun's shenanigans with another team member. Then, he revealed details that only those who were aware of Arun's subterfuge would have known: Raj had a thing for Twinkle, and Arun had been playing matchmaker.
Arun was surprised to hear about Raj's grand plans but also found it convenient - had he kept his act up, he'd have given himself away sooner. The password-gate fiasco would've made it harder for him to continue his sabotage. Taking a chance, he asked Vel, "You work with Raj, right?"
Vel chuckled and said, "Yeah. You're on the Testing team?"
Arun couldn't help reacting a little defensively. "Yeah."
"Don't worry," Vel said kindly. "Raj's been ranting about trying to make a move on Twinkle, and we've all heard about how you've been a roadblock."
"That's a surprise," Arun mumbled to himself. Apparently, Raj had been planning to pursue Twinkle more aggressively if this conversation was any indication.
"I bet..." Arun trailed off, wondering what Raj's need for a drink earlier must have been about. No wonder Ishita had wanted Arun to mentor Twinkle. "Too bad he screwed everything up with the password thing." In the back of his mind, Arun decided to store the juicy tidbit for future use.
"Anyway," Vel continued, shifting gears, "Someone's been calling the intercom for an hour, asking for Ishita. We've been telling them you're on the wrong floor, but it doesn't seem to make a difference. It's probably her phone."
"Right," Arun agreed, his eyebrows furrowing. "Perhaps that's the issue?"
"Yes... It's certainly not helping," Vel acknowledged before turning to the topic at hand. "Here's the thing. We need you to speak to them on the intercom and take a message or something for Ishita. It'd be a huge help if you could get them to stop calling."
"Sure," Arun agreed, not expecting much from the conversation. These situations often arose, and it was routine for people from different teams to pitch in for "resolutions." Still, he saw no harm in lending his hand.
After a few minutes, the intercom went off. With a sigh, Arun collected the receiver from a woman from the Research and Development team, who was having trouble providing childcare and typing code simultaneously.
"Hello," Arun said, his brows furrowing. "This is Arun from Team Zeta. I received word that you wanted to speak to Ishita, who leads the Testing team."
"BETA! (son) HOW IS OUR TWINKLE MANAGING BETA!?" the voice on the other end shouted. The strain in the woman's voice made Arun's heart ache a bit, imagining the chaos. Handling it was a chore he didn't exactly relish but wasn't above taking part in.
Vel had informed him of Raj's intentions regarding Twinkle, which lessened the blow of his actions the previous day. Vel also had promised to divulge some details about Ishita - a conversation Arun was much more drawn toward at the moment. "This weekend?"
Arun sat in shock, his chair creaking from the force of his movements as he started. The child, who had stared at him intently while fasting like Gandhi, suddenly opened her mouth. Her mother quickly gave her a spoonful of carrots and turned to Arun with a look of gratitude.
Wanting to cover up his surprise, Arun said politely, "Excuse me sir, I'm assuming you're Twinkle's dad?"
"YES SON!" Twinkle's father barked loudly. "Tell me, how is she managing everyone?" Arun felt uncomfortable and replied, "Yes sir! Twinkle is doing well managing us." Feeling adventurous, he decided he might as well exaggerate a little to impress Twinkle's parents. "She's catching up fast as a new employee, and since I'm in charge of training her, I have to say she's a fantastic person to work with."
Arun shuddered at how publicly proud he was of Twinkle's work ethic, knowing all too well that it was a sham.
"What do you mean she's your trainee Son?!" Twinkle's father growled. Arun realized he had finally understood where his fiery daughter had inherited her outbursts from.
"Er, well, Twinkle just started working here. I'm just helping her understand the ropes and catch up," Arun said nervously. "She's great for a new employee."
"Why would you need to train my daughter Son?! What position does she hold at your company?" Twinkle's father thundered into the receiver. Arun moved the phone as far away from his ear as possible to protect it from the deafening roars.
"Uh, Twinkle is the most recent addition to our team. I'm helping her learn the ins and outs of our section," Arun replied slowly and clearly, trying to dissipate the rage in Twinkle's father's voice.
"Then why do you need a managerial officer to train Nani's child Son?!" Twinkle's father bellowed again, stretching out the syllables painfully long. "Why are you in charge of teaching Twinkle?"
"Uh, well, Twinkle is new to the job and I'm showing her the ropes and guiding her." Arun said carefully, sensing the anger in his father-in-law's voice.
"Beta? Is everything okay with Twinkle?" Suddenly the line went quiet, and an older woman's voice came on. "Beta, can you hear me? I can't quite understand what your father-in-law is saying."
Reluctantly, Arun said "Yes ma'am," feeling immense sorrow for the harmless old woman caught in the crossfire. "I'm fine. I'm just on the phone with Twinkle's father. He's asking about Twinkle's job."
"Beta, what sort of position does Twinkle have now at your office?" the old woman asked calmly. Arun sighed, "Twinkle just started working here. I'm showing her how to do her job properly."
He thought later on that maybe he should have been more careful in his answer, picking up on her uneasiness and worry in her voice. However, in that moment, he was too exhausted to give a more nuanced response.
"So what? Twinkle doesn't manage 50-60 people? Is she maybe a manager or overseer to some employees?" Arun said truthfully. "And our supervisor is Ishita, with Raj as her assistant. We don't have anyone directly reporting to us."
"Ahh, so I understand," Twinkle's mother said in a quiet, somber tone. Then, with a sudden change in her voice, she asked sharply, "What is her current salary?"
This took Arun by surprise, as salary was a sensitive topic for him as well. But with Twinkle's mother demanding this information, he could only reveal the actual numbers from his payslip.
As for whether Twinkle's salary was good or bad, this was a complex question involving practical economics and the purchasing power of a consumer. However, it was often true that Arun's salary slip was a reason for bank managers to recommend he apply for a loan elsewhere, such as at the State Bank of India branch nearby.
Regardless, Arun wasn't prepared for the blow to his ego when Twinkle's mother bluntly stated, "That's all?" followed by another blow, "My vegetable vendor earns more than that in a month."
She went on to say several other things, including some unkind remarks about the government, her neighbors, and even the weather forecaster on their local TV network. Arun heard the words but didn't focus on them, as the hurt to his pride overwhelmed him. This pain reminded him of the times he had given up better-paying opportunities to be near his ex, Trisha, in Bangalore and the heartbreak he experienced when he lost her and everything else, leaving him in a dead-end job that didn't boost his self-esteem.
Finally, she hung up after saying, "Well, my child, I have to go. Twinkle will no longer be working at your company. My husband will discuss with her to return to our town so we can start searching for a suitable husband for her marriage. Just know that if you work hard and leave this job, it will be easier for your parents to find a suitable bride for you as well. I'll pray for that to happen for you."
The phone call left Arun feeling numb. He now understood how Twinkle had felt an hour ago when Raj kicked her out of his office for the password issue. As he continued to stare at the receiver, the toddler next to him burped and looked at Arun with disgust.
"I feel the same way as you, little guy," Arun thought silently. "I feel the same."
With a sigh, Arun slumped back in his chair and closed his eyes. Apparently, Twinkle's parents wanted a son-in-law who was A. Wealthy, B. Learned, and C. Enjoyed watching cricket with her father-in-law. Traits like "knows how to be easy on the whisky," "would never mistake his wife for a pinata," and "follows the law" were fascinating theories, but more like footnotes.
However, why did Twinkle lie about her salary and the kind of work she did? Most likely, she needed to provide her parents with a legitimate reason to allow her to leave home. The part where she claimed to be a "Manager Officer" with fifty to sixty people under her was most likely intended to help her in this endeavor.
"I goofed up," Arun whispered. He knew he had to let Twinkle know this new development immediately. He was unsure if she would take any action, but notifying her that it might be time to consider buying a fake beard and moustache and fleeing Bangalore was surely the right thing to do.
Yet he hesitated. Besides this, there was the matter of the sexy picture and the inappropriate message the hooker had sent him.
Arun hesitated between the two decisions before him. "It won't make a difference if she knows about the situation an hour later, right?" He thought sheepishly as his arousal directed him to the men's restroom.
Entering, he located the furthest corner cubicle from the entrance. He lowered the lid and sat on the toilet. With trembling hands, he opened the message from the hooker. The decisive moment had come. Was it an explicit photo or a QR code to her OnlyFans account (an exclusive offer of 1% off, with no pay-per-view included)?
Deep breath in. It was undoubtedly a photo of the sex worker. Nude as the day she was born, there was not a shred of clothing in sight. However, that wasn't the most fascinating aspect.
Her entire body was covered in makeup. She had applied foundation all over her skin, adding pigments to her face, and multicolored eyeshadow to enhance the look of her eyes. A red bindi adorned her forehead, syncing the traditionally chaste appearance of an Indian woman with the obscenity of her bare form. For an additional slutty gesture, she had even applied red sindoor on her forehead parting—typically a significant marker of a married woman. A married woman who would need to keep her body for her husband's eyes only; instead, she was exhibiting it erotically to the world.
Her nipples and lips had been enhanced with deep, blood-red tones, dominating her smooth, glossy body. Pink lipstick decorated her lips, and she had tattooed kiss marks that ran from her left collarbone to the indentation between her breasts. She sat in a chair, her legs open to reveal her vagina, her right hand in her mouth, as if sucking on her fingers, and her left hand teasing her pussy.
Like a starving man finally presented with a luxurious buffet, Arun pounced on the image.
He removed his trousers, releasing his erection. Locking eyes on the hooker's picture, he indulged in the view of her exposed pussy and toned legs. Without hesitation, he knew he had to read the hooker's message at a later time. Right now, he needed to indulge in this artistic display.
His eyes closed, his grip tightened on his erection. He pictured the hooker before him, her legs spread identically to the image. Tightening his hold around his cock, he tried to mimic the sensation of penetration.
"Oh God!" He uttered, overwhelmed. The hooker was already an attractive woman. As he had mentioned earlier, without much makeup, she would barely be out of place as a TV actress.
But with blushes painted on her face, her eyes accentuated with eyeliner and kohl, the sensuality of her lips accentuated by the rouge. She appeared nearly otherworldly, like a perfectly crafted sex doll built for pleasure. If she had materialized before him, his penis may had shattered from the sheer volume of blood produced.
Imagining her lips around his cock, smearing shades of pink lipstick on his engorged length as she bobbed her head up and down. His mind presented her straddling him, giving him a dance show while whispering in his ear about her body being a collection of holes to satisfy him, how she required him to subdue her behavior and impregnate her vaginally and anally.
He imagined her moaning as he plunged into her, punishing her for not responding to his texts earlier. "You bloody slut." He muttered under his breath, studying the image intently. "Fucking whore. If you were here, I'd force your ass and pussy in one after the other. I'd leave your holes open and filled with my semen. I'll make you clean my penis afterward and then rub it all over the kiss-marks on your chest."
His climax approached rapidly. Extremely sensitive due to constant daydreaming about the hooker, Arun's penis burned with anticipation.
"Yes daddy." The hooker moaned in his imagination. "Break my pussy just like that." "Fuck me so hard that no one else can satisfy me. Reshape my pussy to only feel your cock and no one else's." Suddenly, his imagination took a shocking turn. "I love you, daddy." The hooker gasped breathlessly. "I want you just you." She fluttered her lashes. "This pussy, this asshole, my mouth," she sighed suggestively. "These are all only for you, always and forever."
Arun's heart raced as he thought about her words. "I want you to make love to me on our bed every day," she said, his mind filled with fantasies. Even though it was just a figment of his imagination, he was deeply turned on by the idea. "Be my personal plaything, my cum receptacle. I want to be your trophy wife, always ready to spread my legs for you," she said, making an 'O' shape with her mouth.
Her words drove him over the edge, and with a grunt, Arun ejaculated into a stack of tissues. Shot after shot, he filled the soft paper. When he finished, he carefully disposed of the tissues and cleaned himself up. He let out a sigh of relief. This was something that might be worth telling a therapist about, but it felt good.
"Trophy fuck wife," he thought, closing his eyes. He wasn't sure where that phrase even came from. But if he had to guess, it was because of the way his ex had left him.
"Now to send a message to Twinkle," he decided. Opening his WhatsApp, he was about to scroll to Twinkle's contact when he noticed something strange.
The entire conversation with the hooker had been erased. The messages he had sent her, the photo he had just used as a source of inspiration, everything was gone.
Arun felt a chill run through him. Was it possible that someone had deleted his conversation with Twinkle? He quickly closed and reopened the app to check if it had really happened, but the chat was no longer there.
Then he remembered something crucial - he hadn't logged himself out of his accounts on his work computer. That included his email inbox, his porn site, and his WhatsApp chat box.
Twinkle could easily find the conversation and see everything if she opened the tab with WhatsApp on it.
"His computer," Arun thought, panicking. In his hurry to leave Twinkle, he had forgotten to log out of his accounts.
Racing through the conversation in his mind, he realised it wasn't just the chats that could be seen. She could open his email inbox and see all his emails, including any work-related ones.
"But this is too much! Chatting up cheap call girls. Storing porn on your work computer. LEAVING IT THERE FOR ME TO SEE," she typed out furiously.
"I'M GOING TO SEE ISHITA RIGHT NOW AND I REALLY HOPE YOU HAVE A JOB OFFER LINED UP BECAUSE YOU'RE GOING TO NEED IT." With each word that she typed, Arun felt as if he was crumbling.
In a flurry, he announced to Twinkle, "Twinkle, your parents know. They know everything."
Her typing suddenly stopped. Arun realised he had been holding his breath and let out a sharp sigh. Just as he feared she was going to confront Ishita, he got a reply.
"I need you to take me to your apartment. Can we talk after work?"
Arun released his held breath and took a deep one. He managed to avoid an immediate crisis.
But what did he get himself into now?
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