Sanjana

The trip to Raghav Ji’s house was quiet. He was oddly concentrated on driving. Against my wishes I was to meet Sanjana who was his wife.

Finally we reached his bungalow. Standing outside the entrance I could hear a party going on inside.

I took a deep breath and walked into the lavish house, immediately overwhelmed by the pulsing music and crowds of people. Raghav Ji had conveniently forgot to mention this was a large birthday party, not an intimate meet-up.

My eyes scanned the room, taking in the laughter, dancing, and general revelry.

A dusky beauty, stands out in the crowd at the party, her presence commanding attention. She must be Sanjana. She’s dressed in a slinky black dress that hugs her curves perfectly, exuding confidence and allure. Her dark, expressive eyes scan the room with a sense of purpose, and her bold red lips are set in a knowing smile.

As I watch her, I can't help but be captivated by her domineering aura. Sanjana walks with a deliberate grace, each step purposeful and full of self-assurance. Her long, dark hair cascades down her back, swaying slightly as she moves through the throng of guests, who seem to part almost instinctively to make way for her.

When Sanjana's gaze locks onto mine, it's as if the rest of the room fades away. She strides over, her eyes never leaving me, and as she approaches, I can feel the intensity of her presence growing stronger. Sanjana stops just inches away, her scent—a mix of jasmine and something darker, more intoxicating—enveloping me.

"So, you're the famous Anjali," she says, her voice low and seductive. " I wanted to meet you after seeing your photos. I hope you don't mind me inviting you here without notice. I really wanted to see the girl who drives my husband wild."

I gulp nervously. "Uh...thank you for having me, Mrs. Patil. It's a pleasure to meet you."

Sanjana smiles, her expression both warm and calculating. "Call me Sanjana, please. And it's my pleasure entirely. I've heard so much about you, I simply had to meet you."

Her eyes roam over me appreciatively, lingering on my body in a way that makes me squirm with discomfort. I shift my weight from one foot to the other, trying not to let my nervousness show.

"First let me help you choose something decent to wear."

She takes me to another room and brings out a short white dress.

"Put this on. You will look ravishing."

I hesitate for a moment, unsure of wearing something so revealing. But Sanjana doesn't seem to notice my discomfort. She holds out the dress expectantly, waiting for me to take it.

I reluctantly accept it and head to the bathroom to change.