Forgetting Trisha In Bangalore Ch 03

Hi. Thanks for dropping by, dear reader.

(Note - there is not much actual sex in this chapter. I tried to work it in, but now it looks like chapter 3 will be a setup chapter with only some explicit content. But! I'm working on a spicy scene for chapter 4 which I hope will be to everyone's satisfaction)

This is chapter 3 of my series - 'Forgetting Trisha in Bangalore'. To recap what's happened so far, our main character, Arun, is trying to forget his ex, Trisha. Arun and Trisha had been in a long-term relationship for four years until Trisha left him to fulfil her parents' wishes.

So, how does our guy overcome his loneliness and regrets? Well, for starters, he goes ahead and loses his virginity to a mysterious prostitute. After shacking up with the prostitute a couple of times, Arun heads off to his day job.

But all is not well there either. His senior colleague, Raj, isn't happy that their newbie, Twinkle, was assigned to Arun. And neither is Twinkle too pleased about it as well. What happens next?

A point to note is that some of the things in this series actually happened. Whether it was the part where our main character worked a terrible IT job in Bangalore or the part where he had raw, unprotected sex with a hooker with a backstory, I leave it up to you to decide for yourselves.

All I can say is, my wonderful wife and I met around the time of these events, and a large part of our sex life till date is still influenced by what happened then.

It might be hard to follow the plot if you start right here, so I'd suggest looking into my profile and reading chapter 1 and 2 to get upto speed.

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'

Heyyyyy

' The WhatsApp message from the hooker read. '

Got a minute? <insert wink emoji>

'

Arun - taking care this time to not tap on the notification by accident - carefully pulled on the message to read the contents without opening it. Twinkle shot him an annoyed glare from the seat beside him, and sniffed. Arun merely Ignored her, and continued to peer into his phone.

She wasn't exactly wrong to disapprove though. They were sitting in the conference room on the tenth floor of their office building, where a project review meeting was currently underway. Ishita and the rest of their team were present, as were leaders from other teams, and senior executives who had apparently taken the shape of the letter 'C' from C-suite a little too inspirationally, given their waistlines.

Luckily, there were also steaming cups of coffee (the good stuff, not the crap they served in the cafeteria) and biscuits.

And anyhow, Arun's team had already finished up with their part of the proceedings. He had presented his report on testing, which had gone over the heads of the suits and under the radar of the marketing people. Still, he had tried to make something out of it by mentioning the help he'd gotten from Raj and Twinkle. It didn't seem like a bad idea to buy some cheap goodwill from the two people who were very obviously unhappy with their current arrangements.

Despite his efforts, however, Raj had responded with a stony expression. It looked like he was still smarting over Ishita's decision to assign the cute new employee to Arun instead of him. Twinkle herself, on the other hand, had merely gazed at her fingernails, as if the answers to life's mysteries were written there.

'Like they had a right to be unhappy, after the crap they pulled' Arun thought grumpily, as he considered a reply to the hooker.

For almost the entirety of the past five days, Twinkle had been complaining to anyone who would listen. Most of it was a repetition of what she had initially told Ishita - that Arun had lesser experience, he didn't have a lot of chest hair (okay, that was a joke) and he wasn't higher on the ladder. Evidently, she'd read one too many of those Billionaire CEO novels and thought that it was a rule for pretty young girls to be directly assigned to daddy big bucks.

So, he didn't begrudge her too much for grumbling over their state of affairs. He had just tried to teach her the basics of their project and the underlying code. Besides that, he had given her a rundown of the office like telling her which of their co-workers she ought to avoid, which were the gossips, which blends of tea from the pantry worked best with the code they were trying to write (black for fresh code, green for testing was his personal choice).

But then, she had to go and piss him off by insinuating that he was trying to hit on her.

Sure, Twinkle was an attractive girl. She had a pretty face, nice shoulder-length hair, and a short, feminine body that was well-camouflaged under the plain

kurtis

that she insisted on wearing every day. But she was definitely not worth the risk of courting unemployment.

Now, the collective IQ of their office was not going to break any records, not even on those fake online IQ tests. But even Arun's coworkers knew that it was Raj who was trying to spread the rumour through Twinkle that Arun was secretly a creep. So, with a lot more proactiveness than S&P just before the 2008 financial crisis, the gossip connoisseurs of the office gave it a D- rating (needs to be seen to be believed) and discarded it.

Still, even a whiff of this kind of talk was risky business. Especially when HR was constantly watching with one eye on the payroll budget. Not to mention the theatrics that Arun was forcibly subjected to when Raj would "swoop in" from time to time to loudly proclaim that he would personally ensure that nobody with "ill-intentions" would harm Twinkle.

Arun remembered thinking at that time that it was big talk for a walking harassment timebomb.

Well, Whatever. He was done with his presentation. Nobody would care that he was on his phone so long as his ringtone wasn't something obnoxious like Drake. He started working on a reply to the hooker just as one of the MBA interns played out a SWOT presentation that somehow involved a quote from Oprah.

'

Yes. I'm free right now'

He wrote.

'Now, to wait for her to text back,' he thought in satisfaction.

It wasn't exactly a coy response, but he didn't want to give away too much of his eagerness to meet her again. Their last encounter had fanned the flames of certain feelings that Arun thought he had buried. Feelings like 'Why Trisha, why' and 'I don't think I like the dark void of loneliness anymore'. Those kinds of feelings tended to feed into desperation.

For a hooker, however mysterious and friendly she might be, desperation was like a neon light on a guy's forehead that said 'I'm a sucker for giving my money away.' Arun wasn't that dumb just yet.

But he was hormonally challenged enough that he had allowed himself to get angry at the prostitute for not replying to him sooner.

Yes, he knew that even Hallmark movies had more original scripts than the whole 'guy develops feelings for the hooker and they save Christmas' (Diwali in India, perhaps?). And logically, Arun understood that he was just a client to the hooker. There was also not a doubt in his mind that since their night together, she would have been fucked by more people than the fans of the Royal Challenger's Bangalore Cricket Team.

Still, he was unable to keep his brain from becoming acutely aware that more than ten days had passed since he had fucked her tits and cummed in her pussy in a shady room at the Hotel Grande De La Grand. He was also unable to stop his brain from reminding him, just as he was trying to fall asleep every night, that she had promised to get in touch with him when she was ready for another session.

But, there had only been total radio silence so far. Until now.

The first couple of days had been fine - he had floated in the vivid memories of their night together. All he had to do was close his eyes and she would appear. Her black hair would be untied, falling over and below her shoulders in delicious curls. She'd bat her eyes coquettishly, begging for him to gently yank her close to him by her hair. Her slim, soft body would sway for him as she ran her hands over his chest.

The next four to five days were also fine. His imagination had to work a little overtime, but she was still there, for him to touch and feel her pert breasts, so solid yet soft. If he put on a little ASMR, he could bring himself to be entranced by the thought of her shapely hips stretching a scanty, black g-string to its very limit. His mind's eye could then revel in the sight of her firm buttocks, her toned legs, and the light brown skin that was accentuated by her sheer sensuality.

On the seventh day, to give her the benefit of the doubt, he had dropped her a quick text asking when they could meet again. Throughout that day, Arun constantly checked his messages to see if she had responded. At one point, Twinkle had even demanded to know if he was expecting an offer from a rival company.

But there had been no reply from the hooker. And now, he'd gotten a plain 'Got a minute?'.

Hmph. He would be damned if she was going to get his attention that easily. The logical part of his brain, seeing no hope in the effort to stop him from catching feelings, decided to redirect his thoughts to something else that had been bugging him.

Ishita's weird behaviour.

After Raj's misinformation campaign that Arun was making a play for Twinkle, he had gone to see Ishita. Right from the get-go, he had planned on telling her that he would have to step away from babysitting (sorry,

mentorship

) duties.

"No" Ishita had said, not even bothering to look up from her screen. "You're the only one I want going near her, Arun" Her phone rang.

"Raj doesn't know crap. Sundar and Jack already have too much on their plate." She had continued, ignoring the phone. "Beena isn't back from maternity leave yet."

She finally picked up the receiver just as it was about to fall silent. 'That leaves you.' She had mouthed.

Arun shook his head. What had she meant by 'You're the only one I want going near her'? Was he some kind of bodyguard for Twinkle? Was he in a nineties TV serial as the older, mentor character who valiantly tries to protect the heroine, but dies for her character development?

As he mused over these invaluable questions, unbeknownst to him, an electronic missile was due to arrive in order to capture his full and complete attention.

*

New message from mysterious hooker*

'Finally,' Arun thought, about to tap on the notification. 'I swear though. If she had sent a message like, 'Hw r u?' or 'I met a Nigerian Prince and for a small sum of 5 million, I can-'

*Mysterious hooker sent a photo"

'Hi daddy-boy!! XXOXOXXO. Here's a little present for you. Consider it a little reward for pounding me SO GOOOOD the other day. Omigoshh, my next guy, Client Basic Package 25.04 was barely doing anything for me. Anyway, my present is a lil naughty, so find somewhere private to see it!'

The hooker wrote, no doubt with that mischievous smile playing on her face. '

Unless.....maybe you're into letting your boss look at naked girls over your shoulder!? (>.<) In which case, tell him I said hi!!'

With a *snap* Arun turned his phone face down on the table.

The MBA intern, who had been steadily putting the executive vice-presidents to sleep with his 3rd case study involving Melon Tusk and his cycle company, skidded to a halt mid-sentence, startled by the sudden noise.

A moment of slightly embarrassed silence stretched over them. An aeroplane passing by, announced itself with a slow crescendo of noise that filled the room. The silence only made it louder.

Arun expected all eyes to be on him. But oddly enough, nobody cared. Apparently, even if no-one was willing to admit it, Arun's interruption had been a welcome one. A couple of people rose to take mysteriously urgent phone calls. One of the company secretaries began to tap away at their watch. Chairs were shuffled, someone coughed, and eventually, a few of the execs began to make their way out, signalling a rather organic end to the meeting.

The poor intern, who had been trying to work up the courage to resume his presentation, took one look at his bosses shuffling away, and tottered after them. A moment later, the video technician had to run after him to recover the collar mike and pointer for the presenter.

But Arun was only half-paying attention to all of this. His snafu would probably get him a personal interview with Ishita afterwards. But, during the meeting, he'd spied the familiar signs of her beginning to doze off, when she began to nod a little too rapidly to each talking point. Hopefully, that would mean that she'd go easy on him for inadvertently cutting the meeting short.

Besides, his mind was now occupied with the endless possibilities of the image that had been sent to him. What could it be really? Was it something exactly as he had imagined? Perhaps it was a tastefully sexual picture in lingerie? Or, could it be something more risque; maybe a nude from the shower? Maybe a cute picture of her wearing just an apron?

Yes, he was rightfully (the logical part of his brain gave up here) pissed at the hooker for making him feel like he had been played. He hated that he had to resort to merely imagining her while he fapped instead of getting another chance to plunge himself inside her wet, tight cunt. But he had to admit - this was the real deal. This was the classic fantasy of a hot girl sending him her nudes. For free. Without any begging or bargaining. And while he was at work, no less.

'Time to make for somewhere with more privacy.' Arun thought, feeling suddenly cheered up. They could deal with the moral question of who should have texted whom first afterwards.

His chance came as they neared their workstations. As folks from different teams began to peel away from the general crowd, Arun mumbled something about needing the bathroom, and doubled back in the direction they had come from. While Ishita merely nodded, her expression somewhat radiating concern, Twinkle scowled and called out to him.

"Wait," She said, in a petulant tone.

'And what does this bitch want now?,'

Arun wondered. But what he actually said was "Yeah, Twinkle?"

"I need file access to the code we were working on. Give me your password." While she didn't actually cross her arms and ask to see the manager, her energy was so Karen-like that Arun couldn't speak for a moment.

"Uh, I can't

give

you my password," Arun said, rolling his eyes. "You don't have that level of access."

He could have softened his words by adding a

yet

to the end of his sentence. Indeed, once Twinkle was fully onboarded, she'd be given a level of access that was similar to his. But it was his way of taking a small, but petty dig at her. After all, even though their time together as a mentor and mentee had been relatively short, it had been nothing but a pain in the ass for Arun.

Twinkle looked unimpressed. She shrugged.

"Fine. I'll get Raj to give me his password." She said, and stalked away. As in, an actual about-turn on her heels and stalking away. You'd think that she was living inside a book.

Arun only had to wait for ten minutes (he was timing it with his watch) for her to return, her demeanour completely changed. She looked pale, and that's no mean feat when the average complexion in India was somewhere between a cappuccino and a strong latte. Her shoulders were slumped, and she sat, staring at the floor. It looked like she was about to burst into tears at any moment.

'Typical Raj,' Arun thought. There were many who believed that the guy used only his dick to think. But they often forgot that since it was on the smaller side, his brain wasn't too oxygen-deprived to prevent him from making rational decisions. He had probably given Twinkle a proper fuck off when she had asked for his password. So much for being a champion of a poor maiden's honour.

He understood the reason though. Giving away your password was riskier than clicking on those 'Horny MILFS in your area want YOU' ads. Apart from allowing you to edit the product code, an appropriate level of password access was needed to change settings, install products and do a little 'Oops, I emailed a rival company with our proprietary software tee-hee.' It wasn't uncommon for people to find out that they'd been laid off when their passwords stopped working, rather than when HR called them in.

Which was why, what Arun did next was supremely dumb.

"Alright," Arun said with a sigh, putting his hands up in mock surrender. "Listen. I'll give you my access." If Twinkle had heard him, then she gave him no indication of the fact. She merely switched her gaze to stare into her computer screen instead. This would have been fine had it not been entirely blank and switched off. She gave a huge sniff, and then exhaled in a slow rattle.

*New message from mysterious hooker received*

Now that was a surprise. Ten days of silence and now it literally pours?

Arun had honestly not been expecting any further messages to come from the prostitute apart from the sexy picture that she had sent him. He was genuinely surprised. Pulling down the message notification again, Arun read the contents.

'

Heyyy

' The hooker 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 what? Whatttt?

What had she wanted him to know? Arun wanted to read further, but that was the extent to which he could read without actually opening the message. And now, he couldn't open the message either because of the NSFW photo that came along with it.

'I need to go,' Arun thought. This was getting a little weird. Maybe there was a reason those Hallmark movies had the same script over and over.

He wrote out the password for his level of access on a sticky note and placed it near Twinkle. Still unmoved, she remained in a zoned-out state in front of the screen. A few minutes longer, and she would be giving a first-rate imitation of the zombies AKA the employees on the night shift.

'Okay. We'll have to sort that one out when I get back,' Arun thought with a twinge of guilt as he left her behind. Weaving through the aisle of oncoming coworkers, he glanced back just as he reached the door out. With a relief, he noted that she was hunched over, probably trying to decipher the note he'd left for her.

Alright. Time to head to the bathroom. Gotta get some important things done, like seeing a bomb-ass nude from a sexy prostitute and maybe having a little me-time on the company's dime. And then, maybe he'd read whatever was on the message that the hooker had written out for him. (Hopefully it wasn't going to be a sudden declaration of love, haha. That would be funny, right? Right?)

Not to mention, having to figure out what to do next with Twinkle.

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'OUT OF ORDER'

The signboard on the men's toilet was clear enough, but Arun couldn't help but give it the stink-eye. 'Just my luck' He thought with a grumble. Now, he'd have to take the stairs to the floor above. 'Well. Here's to hoping that the bathroom upstairs won't be out of order as well' He thought.

As he was ascending up the stairs, he bumped into Vel. Now, Vel's full name is Velumuthukumaran. But after an incident where an American client nearly had a seizure from trying to pronounce 'Velumuthukumaran', he normally went by Vel.