The Unventured Passions

Game of Trust. ❤️

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It's something which Anirudh and Bondita tried for the first time...
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"Maalik... Maalik... He didn't come out of the court tonight... No Jeep..."

Neelmoni Mukherjee growled as he heard the quivering voices over the telephone.
"Arghhh... How is this possible!!" He stamped his fist on the hard wooden table infront.
"I have information that he did leave for home."

"But, Maalik... There wasn't any Jeep..."

"Idiots... All idiots...!" Neelmoni barked louder on the telephone without letting the man complete.
"Anirudh Roy Chowdhury is a rich man. He has multiple cars your idiots. You need to check for the passenger inside, just not the car!"

The telephone line went cold, and the old RayBahadur sat down on his chair, his hands trembling in anxiety and anticipation.
"Tomorrow is the first hearing... And then, the evidence would never reach the court Anirudh... Never!" He stomped his feet on the ground in indignation.
Madness had consumed the man entirely, the madness of revenge, the madness of malfeasance, and his helpless daughter could feel it better than anyone else. He wasn't her dear loving father any more, but some ferocious monster, ready to devour the Roy Chowdhurys at any cost.
Raimoti had heard the entire telephonic conversation, and a lot more as she stood at the door with a cup of tea in hand, but her presence didn't register to her father.
For once, she felt like entering the study, placing the cup infront of him, and asking him directly about all these misdeeds... But then, the thought of confronting him churned a spiralling disgust inside her, and she turned around to leave, leaving just a few drops of tears behind.
She would never be a party to this... Never!
With quickened steps, she rushed inside her bedroom and latched the door behind her, and with trembling hands, she searched up her personal telephone book and found the private number of the Roy Chowdhury residence.

"Three one- Zero Three... " She dialled slowly.

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A veil of sensuality had prevailed in the atmosphere inside the Roy Chowdhury residence. Bondita had stood infront of the mirror, unsheathing herself slowly. The satin robe was now bunched on the carpet, and instead she stood in a black flimsy frillies, flowing upto her knees, with laces on her shoulders running deep along her cleavage in a regular V-shape. Five minutes had passed, and as promised, when she entered the bedroom, the butterflies in her stomach were about to burst. It was dark, save for a few lonely candles on the nightstand... giving out a pleasant lavender perfume. The curtains drawn on the thunderstorm and chill outside and the sound of thunder shook the house and she felt a knot of excitement in her stomach.

Anirudh was standing by the bed, shrouded in darkness that she could feel. As per instructions, she'd removed all of her clothings and stood now by the bed, wearing only short nightie and the queen's cut diamond ring on her finger, the one that he had given her as a wedding gift. Her long hair was tied back in a pony tail, the fickle light danced off her skin, casting her shadow back against the dim room.

Anirudh was admiring her from a distance, letting the anticipation grow in between them, before he came up behind her, slowly, her head not turning to look, her eyes closed out of a combination of a pleasing fear and nervousness. With a sudden tug, he had pulled his blue silk tie from his neck and, gently, very gently, he took her wrists behind her and began to tie them together letting her hand sink in to the silky smoothness of the cloth. He had pulled out another scarf from the bedside drawers and when he placed it over her eyes, Bondita's body started to shiver, despite the warmth from his masculine touch.