"Saints and Sinners"_Part 3

                                    

                                          
The omnipotent bestowed the living with saline drops from heaven.
It was raining cats and dogs even in mid-December.
Can anything get weirder?
Was it ominous?
Sipping the hot chocolate, Sanyukta shuffled through her business files.
The Delhi deal was undoubtedly a turning point, but she won't stoop down to get it.
Definitely not.
Knitting up her brows, and gently swaying to the uncanny rhythm of the countryside rain, she relished the hot chocolate.
Sudden influx of intricate memories constricted her chest and clogged her eyes with resembling tears.
Wiping off the emotions of her fragile face, she closed the file, laying infront, pushed out her specs and let her heavy head rest against the chair.
The heavy heart throbbed inside her ribcage, whining to come out any moment. The over- whelming saintly emotions, dominated her kinky desires, only to be brushed off by her business minded brain.
"Sinners" were all she had agreed to pounce upon, 'cause being saintly was no good, anymore.
Calming the inner turmoil, she refused to let go of the little hope that nurtured her, even if that came from sinful cravings or leading a meaningless life.
Her reverie was broken midway by the knock on the door, and the dramatic voice from the other side.
"May I come in, Maam?", Caroline's sugar-
coated voice angered her.
However she tried, she just couldn't get used to Caroline's dumbness.
"Do I have any other option?", Sanyukta replied warily.
The dumb blonde walked over to her desk,
tripping now and then on her high heels, that she miserably carried.
"Maam. There's this get-together party in
Lonavala tomorrow,thrown by Mr.Rathore.", Caroline hummed, placing some files, along with a heavily embroidered invitation card on the desk.
"Come again.", Sanyukta shrugged.
"There's this party...", Caroline started only to be interrupted by her moody boss.
"Mr.?", Sanyukta roared.
"Rathore. Mr. Rathore. Maam.", Caroline
stammered, overpowered by Sanyukta's
demeanour.
"Doesn't he sound familiar?", Sanyukta asked warily.
"Yes. He's the brand ambassador of...", Caroline started again.
"Cut the crap. Isn't he Ramsay's business partner and close relative?", Sanyukta smirked, setting her priorities.
"Yes Yes Maam.", Caroline fumbled again.
"Fuck. This was what I was waiting for.",
Sanyukta jerked up, smirking while her eyes gleamed with euphory.
"I just bagged the deal.", she mumbled,
delighted.
"Get lost.", she thumped the desk, addressing Caroline. 
But her dumb secretary had already
dispersed.
Fleering, she opened the card.
"Mr. Rathore cordially invites Sanyukta Agarwal, CEO of Agarwal AutoMobiles to his success party in Lonavala at his farmhouse on the auspicious eve of 15th December, 2014.", 
the card proudly read.
Beaming over the card, she dialed a number.
"I'm going to Lonavala tomorrow and you're coming with me. Cancel all meetings, regretting my involvement in some prior appointments.",
Sanyukta informed her timid secretary, while the latter sighed wistfully.
"I am wiser than you expect, Ramsay.", she
beamed in happiness.
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"What the hell are you doing here so early in the morning?", Randhir screamed, rubbing his eyes, seemingly perturbed on seeing the early intruder.
"Dude. It's 10.", Parth shrugged, throwing
himself cozily on the sofa.
"Dude. It's December.", Randhir hurled back as Parth shuffled through the channels warily.
"Doesn't matter.", Parth shrugged nonchalantly.
"Wake me up when December ends.", Randhir heaved, moving towards his bedroom, while Parth pulled him back.
"Tomorrow we're going to Lonavala.", Parth informed blatantly.
"Wow. Have a safe journey.", Randhir replied, pushing him outside.
"WE are going.", Parth emphasized his words.
"And what makes you so hopeful?", he smirked out of habit.
"Dad's business colleague's party. And we can as well have some fun with kinky women.", Parth winked, enhancing his flinging attitude.
"I'll think about it. Get lost.", Randhir replied reluctantly.
He needed a break as well.
"You've no other option, dear. You got to come.", Parth laughed malevolently, urging another push from Randhir.
"Hell.", Randhir mumbled, slapping his fate, while Parth drove away, whistling his favourite tune.

Until Next Time.
Signing off,
Aishi ♡☆