THE RAJHANS SISTERS

GIRLS ROCK!

Jenny knocked on Aniket's cabin door, waiting for the prompt to enter.

"Sir, are you working on something important?" she inquired cautiously.

"Jenny, all my work is important... but go on, what is it?" Aniket replied, his tone businesslike.

"Sir, Nitya Ma'am has requested you to come to her cabin," she said.

"Me? And why is that?" he asked, his puzzlement evident.

"Sir... Ma'am is pregnant, and she mentioned that she's having a lot of pain in her legs and needed to discuss something important with you," Jenny stammered, trying to convey the urgency without alarming him.

Aniket sighed deeply, the concern for Nitya overriding his initial reluctance. He closed his laptop without another word and walked out of his room, striding purposefully towards Nitya's cabin.

Aniket entered with a stern expression on his face. "You called for me?" he asked, his voice clipped.

"Isn't that why you're here?" Nitya retorted, not missing a beat.

"What do you need?" he demanded, trying to maintain his composure.

She smiled and closed the file in front of her. "Why don't you lock the door, just to be safe," she said in a seductive voice.

"Why... w-what are you planning that requires the door to be locked?" he stuttered, his usual confidence faltering.

"Just do it so we don't end up embarrassed like yesterday," she replied smoothly.

"What do you mean... what are you going to do?" he asked, anxiety creeping into his voice.

She got up and stepped towards him, her movements slow and deliberate, making him nervous enough to move back.

"Stay where you are," he warned, his tone uncertain.

"Don't you want to know what I'm planning?" she teased, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

With each step she took towards him, he moved back until he was pressed against the door. She reached past him and locked it with a decisive click. Aniket's heart pounded as she returned to her seat, her expression serene.

"Have a seat, Aniket," she requested, her voice softer now.

Aniket hesitated but eventually moved to sit across from her. She shook her head, a playful smile on her lips.

"Not there... sit next to me," she instructed, patting the space beside her on the couch.

Aniket, feeling a mix of frustration and curiosity, finally relented and sat down next to her.

"Are you going to tell me now, or should I leave?" he asked, trying to sound authoritative but unable to hide his confusion.

Nitya smiled softly, removing her shoes and gently placing her feet in his lap.

"What is this?" Aniket asked, clearly annoyed.

"My feet...they're hurting a lot...please massage them, Aniket," she said, her tone surprisingly gentle.

"What? Me...massage your feet? Why? Why do you think I would do such a thing?" he said, irritation coloring his voice.

She smiled broadly, opening a drawer and taking out an envelope. Aniket's eyebrows knitted together, agitated to see that envelope with her.

"How do you have this?"

"Don't worry... I haven't opened it. But yes, I do have these papers. You don't want me to read this private and confidential information, right? Okay, I won't read it. Besides, I'm not interested in your scams. But there must be something you don't want me to see...if that's the case, it can stay that way. However, there's one condition."