A day of Surprises - 1

The morning sun filters through the windows, casting a warm glow over the room as I lay on my bed, a soft smile playing on my lips. Memories of the passionate encounter with Raghav Ji from the night before flood my mind, particularly how he mounted me from behind like a dog claiming its bitch. The vivid recollection leaves me feeling aroused and restless.

Reaching for my phone, I open WhatsApp and send Raghav Ji a message, eager to know his whereabouts. However, he fails to respond, leaving me to assume he's busy with other matters.

Sensing my frustration, I decide to take a cold shower in an attempt to calm my hormones. The icy water is a stark contrast to the heat pulsing through my veins, but it helps bring my desires back under control.

As I towel off, I contemplate the day ahead. The affair with Raghav Ji has become a regular occurrence, and my body has grown accustomed to the frequent bouts of passion. I find myself craving his touch more often, and I wonder when our next encounter will take place.

As I finish my morning chores, I can't help but feel frustrated that Raghav Ji still hasn't replied to my message. I place my phone down and head to the couch, hoping to find something entertaining on Netflix. Disappointed by the lack of options, I decide to venture out to buy some groceries.

Quickly changing into a modest salwar suit, I debate whether or not to wear the dupatta. Ultimately, I decide to drape it over my shoulders, adding a touch of modesty to my attire.

Just as I'm about to leave, my phone rings, and I see Raghav Ji's name on the screen. A smile spreads across my face as I answer, but my excitement is short-lived. He apologizes for not replying earlier, explaining that he had to leave the city unexpectedly.

"No problem, Bhai Saab," I reply, a hint of disappointment in my voice.

Raghav Ji laughs at my reaction, teasing, "Bhabhi Ji, it seems you were missing me... or maybe my dick."

I blush at his crude remark, feeling both embarrassed and aroused. "Bhai Saab!" I exclaim, trying to hide my excitement.

Noticing my reaction, Raghav Ji decides to change the subject. "Okay, leave it then. Why don't you go shopping? I'll cover the costs, and don't worry, I'll send a driver to pick you up. You'll be delighted to see him."

As I put my phone down, I can't help but wonder what surprise Raghav Ji has in store for me. Knowing his penchant for all things perverted, I shake my head and decide to wait for the driver's call in the living room.

Fifteen minutes later, while scrolling through Instagram, my phone rings again. This time, it's an unknown number. I answer, and a youthful voice on the other end greets me, "Madam Ji, I have arrived and parked the car in front of the house." Though the voice sounds familiar, I can't quite place it.

I rise from the couch, grab my purse, and exit my house, locking the door behind me. As I step out of the gate, I'm shocked to see the source of Raghav Ji's surprise: the driver is none other than the teenage vendor, Amir, from the market yesterday.

My mind races with possibilities, wondering what Raghav Ji could have planned for this arrangement.

As I approach Amir, he quickly bows and introduces himself, "Madam Ji, my name is Amir. I'll be your personal driver for today."

Suspicious, I eye him and ask, "Are you even old enough to drive?"

Flustered by my question, Amir nods and reaches for his wallet to show me his driving license. To my surprise, it reveals that he's just over 19 years old. I sigh, deciding that it's enough scrutiny for now, and climb into the back seat. Amir holds the door open for me and then takes his place behind the wheel.

After Amir enters the driving seat, he turns to me and asks, "Madam Ji, where would you like to go?" His voice cautious maybe from nervousness.

I decide to stick to my plans and ask Amir to take me to the local mart for household shopping. He nods and starts driving the car, navigating through the bustling streets with surprising confidence for his age.

As we make our way to the market, I pull out my phone and send an image of the front of the car to Raghav Ji. His response is prompt: "Did you like the surprise?" I roll my eyes at his question and type back curious, "What's are you cooking?"

Raghav Ji sends a laughing emoji and then types back, "Nothing much, I just found out yesterday that Amir is from a poor family and is in urgent need of money, so I decided to help him by giving him a job."

I write back, "I would be naive to believe those words."

Raghav Ji replies back, "Ha Ha ... Ok then, leave it. Moving on, for shopping, go to 'Roop Niketan'. You will find a very nice surprise for you there."

As the car comes to a halt in front of "Roop Niketan," I recall my previous visit with Raghav Ji, marveling at how our relationship has evolved since then. The store has undergone a grand opening, and it's clear that it won't be as empty as before.

Amir opens the door for me, and I exit the car, my gaze drawn to the large store. I make my way to the entrance, where I see Avanti, the salesgirl from my last visit. She approaches me swiftly and bows, saying, "Welcome, Mrs. Raj. Your husband had already informed us that you would be coming."

I feel my cheeks warm as the misunderstanding about my relationship with Raghav Ji continues.

Seeing the misunderstanding, I decide to ignore it and address Avanti directly. "Please, call me Sanjana. I'm really not much older than you," I say with a warm smile.

Avanti returns the smile and says, "Of course, then Sanjana. Please follow me."

Avanti leads me towards the elevator, and I follow her, surprised by the unexpected route. She stops in front of the elevator and presses the button. As the doors open, she gestures for me to enter and explains, "I'm taking you to our new VIP section. It's a private space for our most special customers."

We step inside the elevator, and Avanti presses the button for the top floor. As we ascend, I can't help but wonder what Raghav Ji might have planned.