OBSESSED

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"Good morning my sweet little Naira. I hope you slept well last night." Naira heard Narasimha's voice while she was brushing her hairs. She spun and caught him standing at a little distance from her. He seemed happy for some reason.
"Good....morning!!" she said hesitantly. He was dressed nearly in his usual attire consisting of a three piece suit. She noticed he had trimmed his beard which gave it a nice sleek appearance.
"How are you feeling today???" he asked sweetly. Naira gave him a puzzled look. What is wrong with him??? Like why is he asking stupid questions???
"I am fine." she replied politely. He chuckled.
"You know what my dear, I thought for quite some time last night about you being away from your home......I know it's difficult for you. And you miss them a lot, I am very much aware of that. So I thought....why not take you back to your home!!! I mean it's all for your happiness. After all I just want to see you happy." he told her kindly. Naira gasped loudly as she stood up. A smile spread over her lips as she ran towards him and hugged him.
"Thank you Thank you Thank you.....Thank you so much Mr. Varma!!!!" she spoke happily, her head on his chest. A cruel smirk played upon his lips as he wrapped his arms around her petite figure. His fingers explored the tiny unclothed areas on her body surreptitiously. Her soft flesh felt so seductive against his long, slender fingers. He could feel blood pumping into his wiener when her body was pressed against his own. She was a temptress without even realising it. He could actually feel her little, untouched flower somewhere around his lower tummy and Man!!!! He was hard as fuck. He could actually feel himself losing control over his senses as his fingers were making an attempt to slither further down to her shorts and from there they can take their course straight inside her shorts where they can finally explore her flower. And his phallus was now starting to ache. He wasn't sure how long he could control himself from tearing off her clothes and thrusting into her mercilessly until his thirst is quenched.

She pulled away innocently and looked up into his slightly contorted face.
"Thank you so much Mr. Varma. You have no idea how much I want to see my family again." she told him innocently, her eyes twinkling with joy. He smiled weakly, desperately trying to bring that Eiffel Tower down in his pants. He was afraid she might notice the big bulge inside his pants and that would be really embarrassing for him.
"I do I do...." his member was now aching and his mind was playing images of him thrusting her into oblivion. She smiled.
"When will we...."
"Give me an hour dear...i have to fix something in my p.....Nevermind!!! You wait here....I'll be back in an hour or more." he said, gasping for air as sweat ran down his face in rivulets. She looked at him innocently. Was he in pain???
"Are you ok???" she asked softly. He slapped his hand on his brow and nodded.
"I have to go..." he muttered as he literally ran out of the room to fix the problem in his pants. Naira, on the other hand, could only speculate.

So at about 6 in the evening Naira found herself standing outside the door of her house. It was a long journey to be honest. They flew to Mumbai in Narasimha's private jet and once they landed on Mumbai's airport, they sat in a car waiting for them outside the airport and the car drove them to her house. She even slept inadvertently on Narasimha's shoulder while on the plane. Now, standing outside the door she rang the doorbell impatiently. Seconds later the door opened and she saw her father standing at the door. His father's gloomy face immediately lightened up once he saw his daughter standing unscathed at the door.
"Naira my dear......oh my child I was so scared..." he cried as he took her in his arms. Naira wept in her father's arms. She had missed him so much after all.
"Who are you??" asked her father as he caught a handsome man in his 30s standing behind his little girl. Narasimha smiled charismatically as he took off his glasses and touched Visheshwar's feet. Visheshwar was addled yet he showed no objection.
"Narasimha. Narasimha Varma. I brought your daughter here." he told him sincerely. Visheshwar clasped his hands in his and brought them up to his eyes.
"Thank you so much Sir. You are a man of God to me.....please come inside...please.." Visheshwar was overjoyed after getting his daughter back. Naira wanted to speak but perhaps Narasimha's fear prevented her from speaking.