"Hey did you hear Manju is getting married." Nandita announced excitedly.
Kiran stirred slowly from his chair. "Is she now?"
"Yeah she is," replied Nandita giving Kiran a weird look. "Why?"
"Nothing," answered Kiran quickly.
"Be sure to wish her, this is her last day at work." Nandita exited the room.
Kiran stretched and sat back on his chair. Outside he could hear whoops and screams as everyone in the office gathered around Manju. He waited till the cheers died down a bit and went out the room himself.
He saw Manju seated at the front desk dressed in a dazzling brown saree. Since Manju always had the habit of tying her saree a bit low, though not too low, Kiran could appreciate the lush curve of her dusky brown belly. Manju was a slim trim girl always decked up well.
He sauntered up to her when she was relatively alone. "Heard you're getting married," he said casually.
"Next week," she replied without looking up. Kiran was close enough to smell the flowers in her hair. "Please bring your wife and kids also."
"I will. Congratulations."
"Thanks." Manju replied.
Kiran left.
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Kiran arrived at the Kanpur hotel. He went straight to room 303. He rang the bell.
The door opened and Manju stood before him dressed in the same brown saree from work.
"May I come in?" Kiran asked coolly.
Manju said nothing, choosing instead to leave the door open and shay shay back inside. Kiran waited for a moment outside watching the hypnotic sway of her hips and then followed her in.
Manju sat on the edge of the bed.
Kiran grabbed her roughly by the arm. "When the fuck were you planning to tell me?"
Kiran was obviously angry, but Manju was unfazed. "What's it to you if I get married? It's not like you are gonna marry me."
Kiran bit his lip. The bitch had a point. "I would have liked to know that the girl who I am currently fucking and whose virginity I took is getting married."
Manju shrugged off her arm from Kiran's vice like grip. "Is that all I am to you? The girl you are currently fucking?" Manju asked angrily.
Kiran's voice softened. "I would have liked to hear it from you first Manju," he said quietly.
He gently stroked her hair, inhaling the fragrance of the flowers. "Will I see you after you're married?"
"No." she snapped.
He shifted his weight so he was closer to her on the bed. He could feel her breathing rapidly.
Manju watched as Kiran raised his hand and placed it softly on the exposed skin of her belly. Manju felt her body stiffen immediately as ripples of...something...passed through her. Kiran had placed his hand perfectly on her navel with just the right amount of pressure.
Manju cursed herself silently as she felt herself weakening. Kiran was a charming and handsome man. Tall and dark with chiseled features, he was rumored to have dalliances with many women outside of his marriage. She had been surprised initially when he had shown interest in her. She knew she was not his type. After having falling for his charms, he had deflowered her in that very room.
He was very good at sex, very experienced. He was slow and patient, passionate and intense and his body moved with a rhythm that reminded of her of primal jungle drums. Needless to say Manju had totally succumbed to Kiran's needs. She knew every inch of his body, just as he knew hers.
But when a marriage offer had come her way she had done the wise thing. She had just been unable to bring herself to tell Kiran.
Kiran gently continued caressing the softness of her belly.
"Can I do this after your married Manju?" he hissed.
"May...maybe..." she stammered.
"What about this?" Kiran asked in a low voice, slipping his hands beneath her saree and into her crotch. "Can I Manju?" Kiran whispered into her ear as his hands began to gently stroke her sex.
Manju felt herself moaning softly as his fingertips probed through her panty and brushed her labia, slowly deliberately till she could stand it no longer. Manju bit her lip drawing blood. The pain helped clear her head and shake off those lust-soaked thoughts. Yes she wanted Kiran badly, but she was due to wed in a week. She forced herself to think of Ramesh, her fiancée.
The cell phone rang then with shrill urgency. It was Manju's and she used the distraction deftly to steer away from Kiran's searching fingers.
"Hello Manju?" said the voice on the phone.
Manju bit her lip harder. It was her fiancée Ramesh and he could not have called at a more inopportune moment.
"Hello Ramesh," Manju said in a suppressed voice.