Hi. Thanks for dropping by, dear reader.
(Note – there is not much actual sex in this chapter. I tried to work it in, but now it looks like chapter 3 will be a setup chapter with only some explicit content. But! I’m working on a spicy scene for chapter 4 which I hope will be to everyone’s satisfaction)
This is chapter 3 of my series – ‘Forgetting Trisha in Bangalore’. To recap what’s happened so far, our main character, Arun, is trying to forget his ex, Trisha. Arun and Trisha had been in a long-term relationship for four years until Trisha left him to fulfil her parents’ wishes.
So, how does our guy overcome his loneliness and regrets? Well, for starters, he goes ahead and loses his virginity to a mysterious prostitute. After shacking up with the prostitute a couple of times, Arun heads off to his day job.
But all is not well there either. His senior colleague, Raj, isn’t happy that their newbie, Twinkle, was assigned to Arun. And neither is Twinkle too pleased about it as well. What happens next?
A point to note is that some of the things in this series actually happened. Whether it was the part where our main character worked a terrible IT job in Bangalore or the part where he had raw, unprotected sex with a hooker with a backstory, I leave it up to you to decide for yourselves.
All I can say is, my wonderful wife and I met around the time of these events, and a large part of our sex life till date is still influenced by what happened then.
It might be hard to follow the plot if you start right here, so I’d suggest looking into my profile and reading chapter 1 and 2 to get upto speed.
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‘Heyyyyy’ The WhatsApp message from the hooker read. ‘Got a minute? ‘
Arun – taking care this time to not tap on the notification by accident – carefully pulled on the message to read the contents without opening it. Twinkle shot him an annoyed glare from the seat beside him, and sniffed. Arun merely Ignored her, and continued to peer into his phone.
She wasn’t exactly wrong to disapprove though. They were sitting in the conference room on the tenth floor of their office building, where a project review meeting was currently underway. Ishita and the rest of their team were present, as were leaders from other teams, and senior executives who had apparently taken the shape of the letter ‘C’ from C-suite a little too inspirationally, given their waistlines.
Luckily, there were also steaming cups of coffee (the good stuff, not the crap they served in the cafeteria) and biscuits.
And anyhow, Arun’s team had already finished up with their part of the proceedings. He had presented his report on testing, which had gone over the heads of the suits and under the radar of the marketing people. Still, he had tried to make something out of it by mentioning the help he’d gotten from izmir otele gelen escort Raj and Twinkle. It didn’t seem like a bad idea to buy some cheap goodwill from the two people who were very obviously unhappy with their current arrangements.
Despite his efforts, however, Raj had responded with a stony expression. It looked like he was still smarting over Ishita’s decision to assign the cute new employee to Arun instead of him. Twinkle herself, on the other hand, had merely gazed at her fingernails, as if the answers to life’s mysteries were written there.
‘Like they had a right to be unhappy, after the crap they pulled’ Arun thought grumpily, as he considered a reply to the hooker.
For almost the entirety of the past five days, Twinkle had been complaining to anyone who would listen. Most of it was a repetition of what she had initially told Ishita – that Arun had lesser experience, he didn’t have a lot of chest hair (okay, that was a joke) and he wasn’t higher on the ladder. Evidently, she’d read one too many of those Billionaire CEO novels and thought that it was a rule for pretty young girls to be directly assigned to daddy big bucks.
So, he didn’t begrudge her too much for grumbling over their state of affairs. He had just tried to teach her the basics of their project and the underlying code. Besides that, he had given her a rundown of the office like telling her which of their co-workers she ought to avoid, which were the gossips, which blends of tea from the pantry worked best with the code they were trying to write (black for fresh code, green for testing was his personal choice).
But then, she had to go and piss him off by insinuating that he was trying to hit on her.
Sure, Twinkle was an attractive girl. She had a pretty face, nice shoulder-length hair, and a short, feminine body that was well-camouflaged under the plain kurtis that she insisted on wearing every day. But she was definitely not worth the risk of courting unemployment.
Now, the collective IQ of their office was not going to break any records, not even on those fake online IQ tests. But even Arun’s coworkers knew that it was Raj who was trying to spread the rumour through Twinkle that Arun was secretly a creep. So, with a lot more proactiveness than S maybe a nude from the shower? Maybe a cute picture of her wearing just an apron?
Yes, he was rightfully (the logical part of his brain gave up here) pissed at the hooker for making him feel like he had been played. He hated that he had to resort to merely imagining her while he fapped instead of getting another chance to plunge himself inside her wet, tight cunt. But he had to admit – this was the real deal. This was the classic fantasy of a hot girl sending him her nudes. For free. Without any begging or bargaining. And while he was at work, no less.
‘Time to make for somewhere with more privacy.’ Arun thought, feeling suddenly cheered up. izmir rus escort They could deal with the moral question of who should have texted whom first afterwards.
His chance came as they neared their workstations. As folks from different teams began to peel away from the general crowd, Arun mumbled something about needing the bathroom, and doubled back in the direction they had come from. While Ishita merely nodded, her expression somewhat radiating concern, Twinkle scowled and called out to him.
“Wait,” She said, in a petulant tone.
‘And what does this bitch want now?,’ Arun wondered. But what he actually said was “Yeah, Twinkle?”
“I need file access to the code we were working on. Give me your password.” While she didn’t actually cross her arms and ask to see the manager, her energy was so Karen-like that Arun couldn’t speak for a moment.
“Uh, I can’t give you my password,” Arun said, rolling his eyes. “You don’t have that level of access.”
He could have softened his words by adding a yet to the end of his sentence. Indeed, once Twinkle was fully onboarded, she’d be given a level of access that was similar to his. But it was his way of taking a small, but petty dig at her. After all, even though their time together as a mentor and mentee had been relatively short, it had been nothing but a pain in the ass for Arun.
Twinkle looked unimpressed. She shrugged.
“Fine. I’ll get Raj to give me his password.” She said, and stalked away. As in, an actual about-turn on her heels and stalking away. You’d think that she was living inside a book.
Arun only had to wait for ten minutes (he was timing it with his watch) for her to return, her demeanour completely changed. She looked pale, and that’s no mean feat when the average complexion in India was somewhere between a cappuccino and a strong latte. Her shoulders were slumped, and she sat, staring at the floor. It looked like she was about to burst into tears at any moment.
‘Typical Raj,’ Arun thought. There were many who believed that the guy used only his dick to think. But they often forgot that since it was on the smaller side, his brain wasn’t too oxygen-deprived to prevent him from making rational decisions. He had probably given Twinkle a proper fuck off when she had asked for his password. So much for being a champion of a poor maiden’s honour.
He understood the reason though. Giving away your password was riskier than clicking on those ‘Horny MILFS in your area want YOU’ ads. Apart from allowing you to edit the product code, an appropriate level of password access was needed to change settings, install products and do a little ‘Oops, I emailed a rival company with our proprietary software tee-hee.’ It wasn’t uncommon for people to find out that they’d been laid off when their passwords stopped working, rather than when HR called them in.
Which was why, what Arun did next was supremely dumb.
“Alright,” izmit escort Arun said with a sigh, putting his hands up in mock surrender. “Listen. I’ll give you my access.” If Twinkle had heard him, then she gave him no indication of the fact. She merely switched her gaze to stare into her computer screen instead. This would have been fine had it not been entirely blank and switched off. She gave a huge sniff, and then exhaled in a slow rattle.
*New message from mysterious hooker received*
Now that was a surprise. Ten days of silence and now it literally pours?
Arun had honestly not been expecting any further messages to come from the prostitute apart from the sexy picture that she had sent him. He was genuinely surprised. Pulling down the message notification again, Arun read the contents.
‘Heyyy’ The hooker had written ‘I guess you’re really busy today, huh? It’s nothing really. I know that I said I would text you soon after I left the other day. I’m sorry about that. It’s just that, I’ve been thinking a lot lately, and I just wanted to let you know that -‘
Wait what? Whatttt?
What had she wanted him to know? Arun wanted to read further, but that was the extent to which he could read without actually opening the message. And now, he couldn’t open the message either because of the NSFW photo that came along with it.
‘I need to go,’ Arun thought. This was getting a little weird. Maybe there was a reason those Hallmark movies had the same script over and over.
He wrote out the password for his level of access on a sticky note and placed it near Twinkle. Still unmoved, she remained in a zoned-out state in front of the screen. A few minutes longer, and she would be giving a first-rate imitation of the zombies AKA the employees on the night shift.
‘Okay. We’ll have to sort that one out when I get back,’ Arun thought with a twinge of guilt as he left her behind. Weaving through the aisle of oncoming coworkers, he glanced back just as he reached the door out. With a relief, he noted that she was hunched over, probably trying to decipher the note he’d left for her.
Alright. Time to head to the bathroom. Gotta get some important things done, like seeing a bomb-ass nude from a sexy prostitute and maybe having a little me-time on the company’s dime. And then, maybe he’d read whatever was on the message that the hooker had written out for him. (Hopefully it wasn’t going to be a sudden declaration of love, haha. That would be funny, right? Right?)
Not to mention, having to figure out what to do next with Twinkle.
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‘OUT OF ORDER’
The signboard on the men’s toilet was clear enough, but Arun couldn’t help but give it the stink-eye. ‘Just my luck’ He thought with a grumble. Now, he’d have to take the stairs to the floor above. ‘Well. Here’s to hoping that the bathroom upstairs won’t be out of order as well’ He thought.
As he was ascending up the stairs, he bumped into Vel. Now, Vel’s full name is Velumuthukumaran. But after an incident where an American client nearly had a seizure from trying to pronounce ‘Velumuthukumaran’, he normally went by Vel.