Chapter 14 A New Beginning

• No, yaar, tell your driver to drop me at my home," Ajit suggested.
• "This car is yours, and this driver is at your service," Vikram said as he stepped out.
• Ajit, shocked, exclaimed, "What?"
• Vikram clarified, "Join my company as my personal assistant."
• Ajit's face lit up with a happy smile, and he exclaimed, "Yes, boss!" He then got out of the car, hugged Vikram, and became emotional. "Thank you very much, Vikram. I needed a job, but... I don't know what to say, but Thank you very much."
• "Come on, yaar, don't be senti," Vikram said, trying to lighten the mood.
• Ajit chuckled, "What to do? I am not able to digest that you've become so good. Now, I have my doubts that you have fallen in love with... ahem!"
• Vikram playfully punched him and said, "Behave, I am your boss."
• ★★★
• Vikram entered the house, and his family welcomed him joyfully, with his Dad expressing immense pride in seeing him. After a few conversations, he made his way to his bedroom. Observing the familiar surroundings, he thought, "The bedroom is just as it was."
• As he settled in, memories flooded back to the time when his father had sternly decided to send him to boarding school. Amidst those recollections, thoughts of "Angel" surfaced, and he clenched his fist angrily. "I hate her. I don't know where that bladdy Angel is. I wish to show her hell," he muttered.
• Lost in deep sleep, Vikram found himself immersed in a dream. After a few hours, he was startled awake, sweating profusely, with a slight blush on his face. He walked to the balcony attached to the room, where he impulsively removed his T-shirt, running his fingers roughly through his hair. The well-built, muscular hands and the shine of his eight-pack abs prompted a satisfied smile on his lips. "Oh, God," he murmured, reveling in the vividness of the dream.
• Seating himself back on the chair, he closed his eyes, attempting to recall the details of the dream that had left him in such a state.
• "In the dream, I find myself in a room, wrapped in an embrace with a girl. Her head reaches my chest, and she's adorned in a creamy sky-blue floral long skirt paired with a white lace shoulder half crop top. Her hair, smooth and silky, cascades down in waves, with the ends forming delicate curls"
• I gently lifted her, laying her down on the bed. Leaning over her, I delicately removed her crop, covering her chest with her own arms. My hand moved to her bare waist, where it fit perfectly, and I couldn't help but notice the intriguing details—a mole near her belly button. Fascinated, I kissed the mole, causing her toes to curl. Her body language, enticing and intimate, tested my self-control. Succumbing to desire, I kissed her navel and left love bites. In response, she leaned back, moaning my name.
• I moved down, sensing her arousal, and began exploring with my fingers. Just as she was about to rise, I gently leaned on her, guiding her back down. Our lips met, and I savored the taste of her, while my hands delicately explored the smooth contours of her bosom, which hardly fit into my grasp, intensifying the excitement. Every kiss and touch evoked a passionate response from her, and as I continued, the intensity heightened. The dream felt so real that I couldn't help but wonder why I couldn't remember her face. "Is it a dream? It feels incredibly authentic.
• He walked back to the bedroom and laid down on the bed. Inwardly, he scolded himself, "Vikram, you are becoming crazy! Shut your thoughts and sleep." Trying to shake off the vivid dreams and tumultuous thoughts, he closed his eyes,
• ★★★
• The next morning, Vikram headed out for a jog along the beachside. Childhood memories rushed back with each step, the rhythmic waves serving as a backdrop to his reflections. As he approached the mansion's gate, he noticed his grandma, Devi, sitting in the backyard, immersed in the serenity of the morning. She was leisurely enjoying a cup of warm herbal tea, the aroma wafting through the air.
• Vikram greeted her with a warm smile, "Good morning, Granny"
• Devi looked up, returning the smile, "Good morning, beta. How was your jog?"
• He inquired, "Did you go for a morning walk?"
• Granny, mustering a forced smile, replied.
• He teased, "That means no, you haven't."
• Granny attempted to explain, "Actually, I want to, but I don't want to hurt my knees."
• He playfully countered, "No excuses, Granny. I've grown up to be big, smart, and handsome, thinking I'll marry you this evening. But now you're mentioning knee pains. By the way, when are you planning to talk about us to your son?" He joked, eliciting a smile from her as she playfully pulled his cheeks, "Naughty boy."
• He helped her stand up, saying, "You should do the morning walk, holding my hand."
• Guiding her along, Vikram held his grandmother's hand with a protective arm draped around her shoulders. Playing along, she teased, "You're still behind; haven't you made any girlfriends in foreign?"
• He chuckled, "What to do, Granny? I haven't found anyone as beautiful as you."
• Smiling, she remarked, "You haven't changed at all. You are just the same as you were in childhood."
• Vikram responded with a grin, "Well, some things never change, especially when it comes to teasing my dear grandma"
• ★★★
• Vikram, getting ready for the office, exuded an air of sophistication in his three-piece tuxedo suit. His well-toned physique filled out the suit impeccably, accentuating his broad shoulders and a trim waist. The black suit jacket, tailored to perfection, hugged his torso elegantly, while the crisp white dress shirt underneath added a touch of refinement.The matching black trousers complemented his stature, flowing seamlessly down to polished black leather shoes. Completing the ensemble was a sleek black silk tie, impeccably knotted, adding a final touch of timeless charm to his distinguished appearance. The overall effect was a blend of modern elegance and classic style as Vikram stepped out, ready to conquer the day.