"I'm sorry, Nithya," I said to her again. "I can understand, Sir," she replied. I was her TL. Nithya had joined my team as an intern a month earlier. I used to drop her off at her home because her home was on the way to mine. She had requested me to drop her off, and I had been dropping her off for the past two weeks. *** Last night, when I was on the way to drop her off at home, she kept her hand on my thigh. Then she be...

Her final year of college life was a mess. She worried about her attendance and the tea from the university canteen. Priya took the metro every evening to a bookstore, 'Pages & More', on weekends in the mornings. Her job was to stack the new books, handle bills and sometimes suggest books to customers who looked lost. Her clothes always smelled of paper. When she picked up books from the floor, some guys stared at her. On...

She did not answer with her words. She leaned forward. Her dupatta slipped off one side. The thin gold chain around her neck caught the light. The small black bindi on her forehead was a little smudged. She looked up like someone who was checking if the door was really shut. Her shoulders got tense for a moment as she shifted her position. Her left hand was still on my thigh. Her thumb was pushing into the muscle. I smell...

Priya booked an appointment for a sensual massage that afternoon. She said she needed privacy that she did not want any other client to see her when she arrived or left. Most clients asked for the thing. I usually attended three or four clients a day. I told her that slots were already booked. Priya said her husband was not home. Usually her husband drops her off everywhere, so she demaned she needed an appointment. I sta...

The door clicks shut behind. And then it’s just her. Standing in that loose cream tee and soft little shorts. God, the fabric hangs off one shoulder, lazy and low. It just provoked me. She moves toward the window. She leans a hand against the wall beside the glass, back slightly arched, hip tilted. Her lips curled in a small, dangerous smile. And then she asks, quietly, “Do you feel guilty having sex with your friend’s wi...