The right hand jumped over the compound and sneaked behind a tree, his fellow rowdies following him behind. There was a security guard wandering with a baton. They waited for him to turn away and when he did turn to walk over the next phase, the rowdies made their way to the staircase. It was not the usual front door staircase they took. They took the way where it connected to the outer corridor, which led to the individual balcony.
"It's door number 7" one of the fellow rowdies mumbled when the other one tried to break 8.
They loaded their handgun and inserted the silencer before breaking the lock. The right hand as usual entered first. The others followed behind him. They spread separately, each one of them clutching to their guns, their eyes cautious.
"Turn off the security cameras bastards" the right hand mouthed. One of them pulled the camera off the wall and crushed it.
"Don't make noise damn it" he urged.
He searched the dressing room, a clue or something which would make the Minister satisfy. He scavenged through the closet and pulled out some files.
Nothing.
"Boss we have ice creams and fruits over here" one fellow clapped while opening the refrigerator.
The others face was in excitement. They forgot their initial mission and started their own.
The right hand palmed his face, when he heard his fellows not working on it seriously. He made his way out of the dining room and barged into the bed room.
His gun pointed hastily when he stepped into the room. But the room was empty. He found some used male and female clothes. He thought who the female could be.
When he came to know that he was not here, he thought of any other possibility to reach him. An idea was planted on his mind.
"Sir he's not here. He's hiding somewhere I guess" the right hand spoke over the phone to the Minister.
"You're not fit for anything, you loser. Find him soon. Or else I had to hide forever from the media" said the Minister.
"There is a girl and I will be able to find her. Maybe he would come after her if we kidnap that girl" the right hand suggested.
"Do whatever you want. I need the girl then. That's my only way to get the revenge" the Minister hung up the call.
His master insulted him but he wanted to prove him something. The right hand clenched his jaws in anger and chucked the nearest flower vase on the mirror.
"I like this room very much. Why is it locked always?" Shanaya asked Mohan.
The room is large, white rugged floor mat occupying the floor, a king sized bed decorated with white mattress and white pillows, each and every inch of the wall and ceiling were covered by mirror.
"Why is this room fully mirrored?" she asked while watching herself on the mirror. She placed her phone on the bedside table.
With a bright white chandelier, the room looked like a paradise. Even the door has a mirror behind it, when it was closed.
He didn't say a word, instead he stalked behind her. He grabbed her waist and started kissing her neck. She didn't stop him. He bit her ears, her sweet moaning voice tingled inside him. He turned her back and connected his lips with hers.
She kissed him back, pushing her nails deep inside his skin. He whined, her other hand pulling his hairs. She hurt him since she couldn't handle the pleasure.
"Where did you learn it?" he asked, in between kisses.
"I don't know but it feels good" her answer made him to smirk.
He groped her breast, she yelped. "It's okay baby" he soothed her pain.
He removed his t-shirt, his lips pecked from her neck to chest. She closed her eyes, taking all the pleasure from him. He knew she thought he was perfect. But he knew he had his flaws.
He took her to the bed, handling her carefully, making her to lie on the mattress. He kissed her thighs, she moaned along.
"Fuck Shanaya you're so wet already" he mumbled in between her thighs. His voice vibrated, making her to close her thighs together.
He removed her tracks, his actually which she wore since she didn't have a spare cloth. "Are you sure Shanaya?" he asked before he was going to remove her panties.
She nodded, giving approval to him. She was unaware what she was getting into. She wanted him at the moment. Her desires closed her eyes and her innocence.
He pulled out her panties in one swing. She was desperate and new to this. She grabbed the track pant and hid her. Mohan smirked, he went up and kissed her, giving her the confidence that she wanted. She melted in his kiss, her eyes wet. She never thought he would treat from hating her to taking care of her.
He kissed her one last time and slid down. He spread her legs and kissed her there. She trembled in ecstacy. He licked her. He played on and off game by licking on and licking off, making her to beg him. "Please" she cooed.
His tongue guided her pleasure. She looked at herself in the ceiling mirror. She was looking at her, her face flushed into scarlet, she was not the same girl. Her body is fueled with lust and desire. She finally had the freedom to give up her self control. She wanted him as badly as he wanted her.
"You've a beautiful body Shanaya" he coaxed. She was never told that her body was beautiful, especially him mentioning it. "You taste so sweet" he told and watched himself in the mirror.
He liked him in between her legs. His pleasures and desires were his disease and she was the cure melting inside him.
She came, her breathe uneven. She bit her lips, felt shy when he lied next to her. He kissed her forehead, she wondered if he really wanted to do it.
Her phone rang, brought her out of her thoughts. Waves of guilt washed over her when she saw Arjun's name on the display.
