In Chapter 44 of Man of Power, a man wielding immense influence is discussed.
Book 4 of MOP begins now.
Chapter 1 - Parineeti's Double Life
"Pari, come here, sweetheart." Parineeti's mother called her as soon as she stepped into the house.
"What, Mom?" Parineeti entered the family's living room.
"Look at these photos." Her mother passed her a stack of them.
Parineeti took them. "What photos, Mom?"
"They're all nice guys. Pick the ones you like, and we'll discuss it with your approval."
"Come on, Mom, I'm not in the mood." Parineeti put the photos on the table and started to leave.
"When will you be in a better mood?" Her mother's voice followed her. "You're not getting any younger. We have some obligations..."
Parineeti went upstairs to her room and shut the door. She threw her bag on the chair and laid on the bed face down. Her day had been difficult. She realized by now that she didn't feel like her day had really started until she had seen Vikas. That day, he had been out of the office since the morning, and Parineeti hadn't even been able to call him because he was busy with meetings. Then, Hina had arrived even before Vikas had reached the office, which made Parineeti feel like she wouldn't get a moment alone with him.
He had surprised her by kissing her in front of Hina and she had felt very proud that he had made her his possession in front of the new girl. But what followed was not great for Parineeti. She could clearly hear Hina's screams and moans coming from Vikas' office as he had claimed her. Parineeti wanted the same for herself. She was sure that Vikas had previously claimed Neetu Chandra of the travel department, but at least that wasn't in the office. Parineeti didn't mind at all that Vikas fucked Neetu or Hina, she was proud that she worked for a boss who had that kind of magnetism and power. But she wanted to be included. She was meant to be his. All she wanted was for him to take her under his control just like he did with the other girls.
Without realizing it, Parineeti's tears began to fall on the bedsheet. She also didn't know when she fell asleep on the bed.
It was almost 11 PM when she woke up. She got up and changed. She then went down and found her food in the microwave. She heated it up and ate alone. Then she went back to bed. She felt better after the rest and her mood was more positive now. She thought about the progress she had made with Vikas. She had started kissing him just a few days before his wedding, and now their kissing sessions were more intense. She always sat on his lap when they talked, and she could kiss him at any time during the day. That was all good progress.
There would come a day when she'd be able to persuade him to fully claim her. Perhaps one day when she was working late with him, he'd notice how attractive she looked in her short skirt and backless top. Then he could lay her on the sofa in his office and make her his. She should continue to wear the shortest skirts possible to be accessible at his whim.
Parineeti fell asleep with these thoughts and, as usual, dreamt of Vikas.
Chapter 2 - Sonal's Secret Plan
"What the hell are you wearing?" Rhea asked.
"Clothing." Sonal replied.
"Not clothes, Sonal, we call these sexy outfits. You look like you're going to a party." Rhea said.
Sonal's dress was indeed too revealing for just working on a project with Rhea at home. It was a red, one-shoulder dress that ended just 4 inches above her ass. Sonal looked stunning in it.
"Aunty asked me if we were going to a party." Sonal said with a smile. "I told her, no, we're just working on your project. She didn't ask me anything else."
"But why are you dressed so inappropriately?" Rhea asked. "We're just staying at home and working on my project."
"I know, but I don't want to hang out in my pj's if guests come." Sonal answered.
"Guests? We don't have any..." Rhea's eyes and mouth widened in shock suddenly. "Oh my god! You're trying to seduce my brother-in-law. You little slut."
Rhea exclaimed, "You appear to be...like a..."
Kajal entered, saying, "Sonal, mom wants to know if you desire rice tonight; she'll cook only chapattis otherwise."
Sonal inquired, "What style of outfits does Vikas uncle favor?"
"He usually prefers bold outfits; his favorite one is backless." Kajal replied casually, displaying no discrimination or discontent. "At our home, I'm only allowed very brief, backless attire. If I wear a saree, I'm solely permitted halter or sleeveless tops with extensive back exposure or no back."
Presently, Kajal was adorned in a tank dress that didn't quite attain her knees.
Sonal decided to exhibit bravery, "Would he dislike my dress then?"
Kajal answered, "I assume he'll enjoy it. You're such a stunning young lady, everything suits you well. However, if you really yearn to captivate him, wear something shorter and devoid of a back. He also adores high heels on his female companions. Your heels are mesmerizing." She gazed at Sonal's 4" heels. "But he prefers them much higher."
"Oh, these are the loftiest I possess," Sonal disclosed.
"They're delightful. Accompany me shopping occasionally," Kajal offered. "I'll acquire you some taller ones, the variety he prefers."
Kajal hadn't inquired about why Sonal sought to charm her husband. This motivated Sonal.
"Could you perhaps aid me locate some backless outfits as well?" Sonal asked, "Of the explanation he prefers?"
Yet, Rhea wasn't as tolerant or perceptible, "Hey, why do you wish to impress my jiju? He's my jiju. I intend to captivate him."
"Already have, sis." Kajal responded. "He admires you. Being your sister-in-law, you possess the right to him, and he bears the right towards you. You're already his 'first wife,' yet Sonal lacks this advantage, hence she attempts harder, you understand."
This agreement satisfied both girls. Rhea momentarily relinquished her irritation.
"Precisely, di. You expressed it!" Sonal acknowledged. "I'm striving my utmost. Di, could you potentially assist me apply for an internship at his company? My course nears its conclusion, and I must locate a substantial internship."
"Naturally, you can apply, Sonal," Kajal acknowledged, "but I'm unsure if he possesses a style design section in his business."
Sonal interjected, "But it's an advertisement agency, I'm certain those models call for particular outfits."
"Indeed, I concur." Kajal agreed. "Yet, I'm uncertain how they secure them. I believe the company merely acquires the clothing. But Vikas could reveal a different approach. There's no harm in inquiring him. He might suggest a novel approach to exploit your attributes."
"Tonight is dedicated to Rhea's project." Rhea interjected. "Suggest it during your private time."
Kajal solemnly concurred, "I concur with Rhea this time. Tonight, let's concentrate exclusively on her project. Tomorrow, we'll discus your internship. Rest assured, concerning your desire to work under him, I'll aid you."
"Very well, di. Thank you." Sonal replied, brimming with happiness.
However, Kajal approached Sonal and whispered covertly, "But remember, remain near him tonight too. Let him gauge your enthusiasm and accessibility."
"Yes, di." Sonal affirmed.
As Sonal mulled over Kajal's words, a question arose in her mind. What did she imply by "accessible"? Sonal was indeed fascinated with Vikas and yearned to join his company to be close to him, yet surely Kajal didn't signify the same meaning? Had Kajal assumed Sonal's intentions regulated to propagandizing her husband? Gosh, had she deduced that Sonal was inquiring about how to seduce her husband? No, no, undoubtedly, she hadn't, otherwise she wouldn't have reacted so co-operatively. She had concealed her intentions well by requesting information about a job when in reality, all she desired was to be close to Vikas.
Sonal had merely met Vikas on a couple of occasions through Rhea, but she genuinely liked him. She noticed that when Rhea discussed Vikas, she experienced a pang of envy. Nevertheless, she knew this evening was for Rhea's responsibility, and she'll have to defer until then.
Shweta's mind constantly focused on her boss, Vikas Malhotra. She admired his appearance, his authority, and charisma. As his image appeared in her thoughts, her lips curved into a smile. She closed her eyes and sank into her fantasies about him. The memories of their first encounter played through her mind, and she chuckled softly.
During this period, Shweta endured a series of hardships. Her husband, Abhimanyu, had been laid off from work. Without telling Shweta, he had been using his severance package to support their family for several months. Once he divulged the truth, their dire situation became evident. The rent on their home could not be paid, and Shweta was forced to sell her meager jewels to cover expenses. Her husband remained optimistic, continuing his job search despite the poor economy. He began a business with an ex-colleague who, like him, had been laid off at the same time. Unfortunately, the market had no room for public relations firms, especially new, small-scale ones. Abhimanyu's attempts to set up his company drained their funds even further, leaving them with nothing and forcing them to relocate to a smaller flat. Their teenage daughter, yearning for space and privacy, had to make do with a single bedroom. Shweta reassured her that the situation was only temporary.
Since the day Abhimanyu shared his unemployment, Shweta suggested that she find a job to ease the financial burden. Her husband firmly rejected the notion, unwilling to let his wife work and support the family. He believed it was his responsibility as the man of the house. Meanwhile, the growing weight of debt took its toll. One day, they didn't have the funds to cover their daughter's school fees. Shweta refused to accept it quietly; she called for a family meeting and insisted on finding a solution. Eventually, Abhimanyu agreed. They desperately needed help, and there was no other option left.
As Shweta contemplated her choices, angered by her husband's blind pride, she wondered what she could do. She had no secretarial skills. Was becoming a model an option? Despite her beauty, she knew the cutthroat competition among models, most of whom would be younger and more willing than her. It would take her years to establish herself in the industry. Additionally, her sexual experiences were limited. Her parents had pressured her into marrying her husband, who was not an experienced or capable lover. Since marriage, her husband had remained unsatisfying in bed, and she had dreamed of divorce, but knew her family would never allow it. She swallowed her frustration.
Photography became her escape. In college, she participated in the photography club and participated in numerous competitions, garnering praise. She was an in-demand photographer among her peers, capturing memories with skill. She earned a sizable income from this hobby. However, even this would not sustain them now. The strain of their financial struggles pushed Shweta to consider more unconventional options.
Recalling her days in college, Shweta remembered her days in the photography club and the many competitions she'd participated in. She was quite good with a camera and often sought after by her peers to capture their moments. Photography had earned her a fair amount of money, and she hoped that this skill would lead her to a steady income. However, this didn't provide the necessary funds within the time frame they desperately needed. She pondered other methods and felt her frustration increase with each passing day.
Following her college graduation, Shweta landed a job as an assistant for a neighborhood photographer, honing her skills even further. Her charisma and affability soon made her popular with clients. She managed to garner a reputation in the local community before being forced to set aside her camera due to her parents' desire for her to marry.
Eager to capture a living for herself and her family, Shweta considered setting up a business but realized the immediacy of her need for cash. Instead, she focused on obtaining a job. Unfortunatly, her business degree did not offer much help in the photography field. Recognizing the need to rely on her charm, Shweta remained confident in her physical allure.
She was aware of her good looks. Her face featured a near-perfect oval with an attractive jawline reminiscent of a greeting card heart. Her eyes boasted a beautiful size and shape. Her small, sensual mouth perfectly framed her perfectly sloped nose. It was her lips, however, that captivated others the most.
Despite being married, Shweta maintained her figure through regular workouts. She lost her pregnancy weight within three months, and introduced her young daughter to a suitable fitness regimen. In her mid-30s, Shweta remained a gorgeous, svelte woman. She kept her hair at an appropriate length to just reach the middle of her back, often sporting it loose.
At previous gatherings, Shweta noticed her husband's friends admiring her when she believed they were unaware of her presence. Unrequited propositions came her way, some subtle, others blatant. Sexual frustration prompted her to consider entertaining affairs, but loyalty towards her marriage and family kept her from taking the leap in her younger years.
Unfortunately, her apparent relief faded when she discovered that her home life provided only a facade of security. Despite cherishing her family, it acted more as a burden than an asset. Yet she still refrained from having flings with her husband's colleagues.
Weeks later, as she revised her résumé, she acknowledged that her experience and qualifications weren't sufficiently robust. Nonetheless, she packed her résumé with the few qualifications she could think of. Conscious of needing to capitalize on her appearance to secure employment, she reserved her decision regarding intermingling professional and personal relationships until the need arose.
Initially, her lack of experience salary proved to be her undoing. rejected by both photography studios and small advertising agencies. She even attempted to find work at the mall with underemployed picture-taking photographers, but to no avail. None of the studios or agencies seemed appreciative of her limited experience. Believing she could leverage her attractiveness to gain approval, Shweta approached employers, only to find that they weren't willing to risk their business's future based on her beauty alone.
During her countless hours wandering Bombay's business quarters, Shweta encountered a striking sign: "VisCom -- Visual Communications." As she passed by this impressive building repeatedly, her gaze locked onto the monumental edifice. Her financial situation and failed job quest compelled her to venture into the seemingly unattainable VisCom company. When she dared to enter this premium professional setting, she was greeted with apprehension on par with that felt around an alligator-infested lake. But despite her fear, she observed how many people entered and exited freely, torturing her with curiosity.
Having prevailed at local photographers and small ad agencies, she realized that she was in over her head. Leaning on romance as aid for her job hunt wasn't an option. Instead, she approached seemingly well-established photography studios with grand displays of cameras and expensive printing kits. She attempted to land a role for herself but failed to sway the businesses' opinions.
In an attempt to find gainful employment within the nearby mall, she searched for simple photography stalls that seemingly enjoyed a healthy business. Yet her quest would remain futile. It became clear that her meager experience in photography didn't appeal to these modest studios. Subsequently, she encountered the classic and agonizing realization that her allure wasn't enough to pierce the fortresses in which businesses were built.
Her journey took weeks of fruitless employment applications and self-appraisal. Yet, despite her bleak circumstances, she distrusted the idea of resorting to sexual favoritism to achieve her goal. Determined to pave her path through hard work and resilience, she persisted on her quest, despite the long distance from home.
For three weeks, Shweta lost herself in Bombay's business sector, traveling farther and farther in the hope of landing a job. Her search led her to Lower Parel, a bustling commercial district approximately two hours away from her residence. The outcome mirrored her previous attempts, with few opportunities for an unqualified photographer to shine, save for the legendary VisCom company where she shivered with fear each time she passed.
During the third week, Shweta experienced a fall in her life. Since three weeks constitute a significant portion of monthly rent, that morning she received a warning from her landlord. They had forgotten to pay the rent for the previous month. The notice stated that if the first of the month arrived without their making a payment, by the second day, it would be mandatory for her family and her to move to a new residence.
In response to this dire situation, Shweta decided to wear her most attractive attire - a red chiffon saree and a backless, sleeveless blouse with thin straps. She wrapped the saree tightly below her waistline so as to expose her belly through the see-through fabric. Though she had only worn this outfit while attending parties earlier, due to its unconventional appearance, she now hoped that it would prove helpful in securing a job. However, she would later come to regret wearing it.
As Shweta roamed the streets on her third attempt, her eyes fell on the VisCom building's black marble lobby. "What could they possibly do to me?" She wondered. Her situation was already bleak; her office had terminated her, she had no husband to support them, they were virtually homeless, and she didn't even have enough money for food that day. At worst, the VisCom building could simply reject her application. Even if that happened, she would still be in the same predicament as before, but at least she would've given it a shot.
With the courage gained from her great need, Shweta boldly stepped inside the VisCom building's entrance.
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