THE MISTRESS ✔️ (COMPLETED)

23~ Small Intimate encounter

At the table, Monica sat opposite Kabir. Kavita sat beside her husband while Eshaan sat beside Monica. Kabir started the conversation by inquiring about Monica and her modelling career. She explained about modelling being her passion and how she was struggling for three years with no luck. Then, Eshaan came into her life and how the two fell in love. Eshaan decided to help her. The love-story part was brilliantly narrated. Kavita was convinced. She also felt bad for Monica.

'Kabir has a lot of influences in the fashion industry and media. I am sure he will help you.' She said, and Monica looked at Kabir. Kabir smiled and shifted in his seat. Monica smiled shyly and looked away.

'You will, won't you?' Kavita asked Kabir. Kabir looked at Kavita and nodded. They then spoke random things before their food arrived.

Kabir watched Kavita and Monica talk. The more he stared at the ravishing woman in black he felt more restless to come close to her. He desired to touch her and feel the velvety soft skin. Many times, Monica's gaze met Kabir and she smiled a flirty smile. Kabir got slightly hopeful with that smile.

'I am going to the washroom.' Monica said and rose from her seat. She walked a distance and turned around. She locked her gaze with Kabir's and tilted her head, a smile lingering on her face. Then, she turned around and walked towards the bathroom.

A minute later, Kabir excused himself in a pretense of getting a phone call. Eshaan eyed him as he walked away from the table.

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Monica peeped from the bathroom. It has been more than a minute and Kabir hasn't come yet. She feared he hadn't gotten the hint. Just as she lost hope she saw Kabir coming towards the bathroom and searching for someone. Monica smiled and stepped out. Kabir stopped in his track when he saw her. Monica smiled at him and locked their gaze. Then, she moved her hand and untied her hair. She shook her hair and flipped it. Kabir eyed her lustfully. Then, she moved the slit of her gown exposing her leg. She smiled watched him eye her leg. A smirk appeared on her face. She ruffled her hair and walked seductively towards him. Kabir licked his lips watching her swaying hips.

'Sir, you are here?' She spoke softly and sweetly. Kabir smiled.

'Call me, Kabir.' He said taking her hand in his. Monica blushed as he kissed the back of her palm. Had they not been in public Kabir would have held her and kissed her passionately. At the thought of the kiss, Kabir's gaze fell to her pulp lips and he shifted taking a step closer. Monica looked at him, into his eyes and noticed his dark eyes turn darker. She mentally smiled.

'You are a very beautiful woman.' He said placing his hand on her open waist. Monica gasped feeling his palm on her bare skin. The look on her face aroused him.

'It's sad that you weren't getting any break, but I will help you.' He said and took one more step closer. Monica nodded. Her smile widened as Kabir tilted his head and leaned forward. She placed her palm on his chest and stopped him.

'I am sure you will.' She said. Kabir raised his eyebrow.

'You think I can't?' He sounded offended.

Monica folded her arms across her chest and shrugged.

'What is that supposed to mean?' He asked.

Monica took a step closer and moved her lips near his ear, - 'We should be going else your wife will get suspicious.' She whispered seductively, and she brushed her lips against his ear as she moved her head back. She felt him shiver and mentally smirked.

Then, she looked boldly into his eyes and walked past him. Kabir frowned and turned watching Monica walk away.

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