REBIRTH

3. NEXT TASK!

Aarti walks down and instantly settles down in Manik's lap while touching his face seductively. Her fingers move down from his face to his neck, his chest, and then finally stop just above his crotch. She gives a slight push and then BOOM....

Manik pushed her so hard that she fell on her bum a few centimeters away, making others giggle. He placed his right leg on his other knee like a boss and said, "This is your real place, Miss Aarti. You look great at my feet." Saying this he dusts his pants to remove her touch and smell while insulting her indirectly. He is all calm and peaceful as it's his routine to shoo off the girls.

It's been 18 years, he never let anyone touch him as only SHE has the right to touch him although he hates her. But the fact is, he hates seeing how his heart beats for her till now, he hates seeing the way his eyes are anxiously waiting for her one glimpse, his nose is dying to smell her aroma, his lips want to cherish her lips, and his arms wants to embrace her in it before dead consume him.

Otherside, Aarti fumes in anger but after a second smirk like an sl*t giving naughty looks to him, making him annoyed. Not caring about anything or anyone, she opens her legs wide showing her white lacy pant* to him. She bites her lower lip trying to be seductive but she doesn't know that it is not easy to melt the monster. Her thinnest dress is raised upwards till her waist shows her toned legs. She traced her vertical lips down there with her sharp nails in front of twenty-plus men just to get Manik's attention.

Seeing her getting wet, most of the men fell into the trap of her charm but Manik is the only one who didn't even look at her any body part except her face. His eyes are stuck to her face with the only thought "How much will she stoop low to get him on her bed?" She is trying her two hundred percent to get his attention but his eyes are denying to get a glimpse of anything other than her face.

Aarti looks around and finds out that almost all the men' are saluting her through their pants except the one whose hardness she wants. Even Aditya and Kaushal stir on their seats uncomfortably making her smirk broader. The bulge in everyone's pants is quite visible after watching her show but no one dares to do anything except warming their eyes.

Among everyone, only Manik is the one who is not hard or not even at the corner of getting his hardness. He is sitting there calmly and watching Aarti's drama while rolling his eyeballs.

"These tricks won't work on me, Miss Sl*t. You won't get me, not in this birth or not in another seven births." Manik states calmly while maintaining his rough tone. He so wants to put all the six bullets in her head but alas, his Boss wants her every day on his bed.

"Why? Where am I lacking, baby?" Aarti asks in her seductive tone while using sweet endearments as no one till now dared to ignore her like he always does.

"You are not what my heart wants! You don't have the features that I want. You are not my type, Aarti. So please, maintain the gap from me because the result won't be good for you." Manik tries his level best to make her understand and not to shoot her right here.

"Not my type! Bhai, iski type hai kya? Pichle 18 saalo se toh kisi ladki ki taraf dekha nahi aur hai yeah aab 42 ka." ( Not my type! Bhai, What is his type? He turned 42 this year and for the last 18 years, he didn't even look at any girl. ) Aditya said hearing his statement "not my type!"

"Haa... yeah itne saalo se apne aap ko control kaise kar raha hai? Mai bhi toh 44 ka hoo aur is umar mai mujhe roj Rajani chachiye hoti hai." ( Yaa, I am also turning 44 this year and I can't even spend a night without having Rajani in my arms. But here, how is he controlling himself? ) Kaushal said confusingly while rubbing his hardness which is poking him through his pants with the mere thought of his Rajani.