He was a ruthless business man.
Meet Arjun Venkatraman CEO of AV Tech, one of India's biggest tech companies. He is a cold blooded boss who would stop at nothing to keep his company in the ranks. He is the only son of Murali Venketraman who has hig...
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As Shruthi moved around the room, packing her clothes for the medical camp, I couldn't help but admire her efficiency and grace. She had a way of organizing things that always left me in awe.
Lying on the bed, I watched her with a sense of contentment, knowing that she was doing something important, something that mattered. But as she scolded me for not helping, a playful smile tugged at the corners of my lips.
"I'd much rather watch you pack," I replied with a smirk, knowing full well that my excuse wouldn't suffice.
As Shruthi scolded me for not helping with the packing, I couldn't resist teasing her. "If you want me to pack, all you have to do is ask nicely," I teased, a playful smirk dancing on my lips.
Her eyes narrowed in mock annoyance before she tossed a piece of fabric in my direction. It landed on my chest, and I raised an eyebrow in amusement. "Careful there, Angel," I chuckled. "No need to throw your clothes everywhere just to get my attention."
But my chuckle quickly turned into a deep laughter when I saw what she threw at me. It took her a moment to realize that she had thrown her bra at me, and the realization was enough for her face to flush with embarrassment and to send me into fits of laughter.
But before I could react, Shruthi climbed onto the bed to snatch the bra from me. But in a hurry she lost her balance, tumbled forward and ended up falling on top of me.
The sudden closeness sent a jolt of electricity coursing through me, igniting a spark of desire that had been simmering beneath the surface.
For a moment, time seemed to stand still as we lay there, the weight of her body against mine stirred something within me.
As Shruthi moved to untangle herself, I reached out and pulled her back, flipping her so that she was now beneath me. Our eyes locked in a heated exchange, as I leaned in, intent on capturing her lips in a kiss.
But as my lips brushed against her neck instead, the softness of her skin beneath my lips sent a jolt of desire surging through my veins.
"A-Arjun," she gasped as I trailed kisses along her neck. The sound of my name on her lips only seemed to fuel the flames of desire burning between us.
"I love it when you say my name like that," I confessed, my voice low and filled with raw emotion. In that moment, with her in my arms and her name on my lips, I knew that I was hopelessly, irrevocably in love with her. And as our bodies melded together in a passionate embrace, I vowed to cherish every moment we shared, for she was the only one who held the key to my heart.
As Shruthi pushed me away, a pang of disappointment shot through me. "Arjun, we need to pack," she insisted, her voice trembling slightly as she attempted to regain my composure. "You can't keep distracting me like this."
