A/N:- Kartik and Naira's age is the same when they met for the first time.
Kartik was annoyed. Scratch that, he was furious, and as much as he wanted to lash out, he couldn't. He was in Paris and had come there for a deal which would generate a huge profit for his company. He had been working on this deal for the past six months and finally, after months of working day and night an official contract was ready, to be signed.
But there was one problem, his client had wanted the deal to be signed in his homeland which brought Kartik all the way to Paris, but even that wasn't enough. After signing the deal, his client had asked Kartik to attend a party which would be happening that night.
Kartik had tried to refuse but the client 'insisted'. So here he was, sitting in a car going to the party. His client had even sent the car for him. He had wanted to leave immediately for India after the deal, but fate seemed to be punishing him.
It was a very large villa where the party was. As kartik looked around the party, he felt bored. He didn't know any of the people except his client. Music was blaring, people were laughing, flirting with each other. Kartik had already drowned three glasses of scotch and it looked like he was gonna need a lot more, if he was to survive this party. But there was one thing in the party that he couldn't deny, the girls in the party were fucking hot.
Kartik liked sex as any other human and he knew he was good in bed. He had frequent encounters with lots of girls but he never kept any personal attachment to any of the women he slept with.
Kartik loved no one other then his family and especially now when his family was a lot more lesser.
Voice :- Mr. Kartik.
Kartik turned around his head to see his client approaching.
Kartik nodded :- Mr. Pierre.
Pierre :- how's everything going Mr. Kartik ?
Kartik :- it's good, thank you once again for inviting me to this party.
Pierre just bowed his head and he gestured towards someone. It was then Kartik noticed a man standing beside his client.
Pierre :- may i have the pleasure of introducing, Mr. Jean. The host of the party.
Kartik turned towards the person and bowed his head. As kartik looked at the person, he couldn't help but think, that he had seen him somewhere.
Kartik :- Bonjour Mr. Jean. I must say, you are a gracious host.
Jean just laughed and said.
Jean :- why, thank you Mr. Kartik. I hope you are enjoying yourself.
Kartik :- yes of course.
It was all a facade. A formality. Kartik knew that and the other two knew that. In reality kartik and the other two were ruthless businessman who just kept up appearances in front of each other as not to show there true power.
Jean :- it seems like that you aren't enjoying yourself that much, mr. Kartik. Tell you what, why don't you join us for a more private party.
It wasn't a request and Kartik knew that. For some reason Pierre looked surprised, before he quickly composed himself.
Kartik :- another party ?
Jean :- oh yes, just happening in the basement of the villa. Why don't you join us Mr. Kartik, i insist.
Kartik nodded, he knew what 'insist' actually meant, they weren't asking, instead they were telling him. In India no would have dared to say that to Kartik, but same was not the case here. Here he was a guest with very little resources, so he saw no point in refusing.
