𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬 || 𝐀𝐁𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐀 ||

Secret Doubled 18+++++

{Not Taylor Song inspired Fic}

SYNOPSIS: Where Manisha has a dirty little secret, by the day she's a staff assistant and by night she's the queen of many lonely hearts. For them she's the lady in lacey white eye mask named Miss Monica. At first she did all this for some quick cash but eventually she started enjoying it herself. She was always creative with her videoes and eager to try new concepts for her audience so when she gets a glimpse of the spacious dark office of Mr. Abhishek Malhan, a new idea pops into her head.

WORD COUNT: 5.6K

[So remember the time when Abhishek just casually said "daddy bol mujhe" And we all went crazy with suspicion and the neck grabs (phew aj k photo mein bhi😩🥵) so bohot dino se I had this idea bubbling but I stopped myself each time.. Reasons: this type of stories are not for soft stans and respecting their friendship bond, it might be considered as crossing the line.. But then again main dogli aur nashedi (🤡) dono hu so maine likh dali aur abhi besharam ki tarah post bhi kar rahi hu.. Now it's upto you guys, read it and if anyone of you feels like it's too much then do inform me in the comment box, I'll quickly take it down..]

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Manisha Rani, one of many staff assistants, worked in the bullpen in front of the posh office of one Mr. Abhishek Malhan, CEO of V&D Corp. She watched Mr. Malhan stalk into his office to hold high-level meetings with important persons, open the thick, heavy door for everyone, and pull it closed behind him with a thud. She watched him barrel out of the office, barking orders, phone plastered to one big ear. He was tall as hell with a long, determined stride.

Rumor around the office suggested that he was as intense as he looked. Mr. Malhan scowled more than he smiled and growled orders to his personal assistant, Ms. Dhruve, who stared him down without a shiver.

Manisha didn't think she herself would be so complacent in the face of his dark stares and rapid-fire instructions. But she found his dangerous intensity exciting; there was no other word for it.

Ms. Dhruve, who didn't gossip, merely shrugged and told everyone at the weekly meetings that Mr. Malhan was an excellent boss-and he got things done quickly and efficiently. She reminded them that his competence was the reason they all had good jobs with competitive salaries and benefits.

Still, Manisha overheard some of the women talk about Mr. Malhan's attributes in the bathroom. Big hands meant a big dick, lush mouth meant hot kisses, sexy stare looking into one's very soul, tight ass seen only when he took off his suit jacket. And the jacket-it was not padded. Those big shoulders weren't the result of the suit; they were all his. Sighs and speculations flew. Manisha stood listening and soaking it all in.

They were dead right. The big dick energy filled the office when Mr. Malhan was around. Manisha was here for it all. One day, she watched him stand next to Ms. Dhruve to look over her shoulder and gaze at the computer screen. Manisha took the opportunity to walk by. She needed to feel the energy buzz up close-for her deep, dark secret pastime. She was always looking for new ideas to film...

Mr. Malhan glanced up when she passed. She locked eyes with him. He quirked a small smile and nodded at her. She smiled back and whispered a "Hello."

Ms. Dhruve frowned. "Ms. Rani, apko kuch chahiye?"

"oh! Nahi.. Woh hum apna water bottle break room se lane ja rahe the..," Manisha lied smoothly.

Ms. Dhruve pressed her lips together and clicked her mouse.