Chapter 11: A random opportunity
The sun was a lazy, languid thing, casting long, dancing shadows across the polished marble floor of Rakhi's house. The air was thick with the scent of jasmine and the distant hum of the city, a symphony of life that seemed to pulse through the very walls of the grand residence. The house was quiet, save for the soft hum of the refrigerator and the occasional chirp of a bird outside.
Rajan stood in the expansive living room, his eyes scanning the opulent space, taking in the intricate carvings on the wooden furniture, the plush velvet cushions, and the heavy silk curtains that draped the windows. He had been here many times before, but today, it felt different.
He called for rakhi. He wanted to continue to fuck her and ensure she keep obeying being his slut. But rakhi was not at home.
. He could hear the sound of a woman’s voice coming from the kitchen. He walked towards the kitchen and saw a young woman with long, wavy blonde hair, a voluptuous figure, and a sari draped over her shoulders. She was standing at the counter, her back to him, chopping vegetables with a sharp knife. He recognized her from his website. She was divya, rakhi’s maid.
Who are you? I am looking for my sweet rakhi, he said.