‘I too think so,’ he said thoughtfully. ‘It’s time that we seduce her into threesome.’
‘How I would love that day,’ she said, as she hugged him in hope, ‘nay, that night.’
However, as the buzzer never sounded again during their escapades, their fear of exposure was evaporated in the heat of their passion and so the urgency to rope in Sandhya into their orgies receded.
As the business improved, Raja Rao was getting bogged down at the office until seven, however, freeing his women by five. Back at Sandhya’s place, the mates were wont to melt in each other’s arms. The feeling that her husband was also enjoying her lover gave the cutting edge to Sandhya’s amour and as if to augment her lover’s pleasure with her mate later, with all her ardor, Roopa was ever eager to make love to her mate. As their fondness for their man grew, they were ever closer with each other in their lesbian domain and since Sathyam too was keeping late hours at the Secretariat, the mates began to keep themselves in their arms for longer hours.
‘My lovey!’ resting in Roopa’s lap, said Sandhya that evening, ‘what a life!’
‘A love filled one,’ said Roopa, fondling Sandhya’s breasts.
‘Yet with yearning,’ said Sandhya winking at Roopa, ‘isn’t it?’
At that having looked into Sandhya’s eyes intently, Roopa buried her head into her mate’s bosom endearingly.
‘Take it easy,’ said Sandhya in all smiles, moving her finger meaningfully in Roopa’s erotic essence.
‘Make it hard now,’ said Roopa in ecstasy.
The affection Roopa felt for Saroja catered to her innate sense of womanly want. Fondling the baby, she experienced a motherly fulfillment as well. Whenever Saroja smiled in her lap, wanting to mother her sibling subconsciously, Roopa felt spasms in her womb. The mood at the office too was upbeat for them all. Even as Ranga Reddy’s ambitious ventures were rising to the skies one by one, Subba Reddy’s new contracts were wearing the drafting table a little bit more. New clients too were trooping in, making Raja Rao think in terms of expansion. Thanks to the word of mouth, Sandhya too was busy with the decor of the posh bungalows of Banjara Hills. And all that made it a dance and dinner in Roopa’s life.
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That evening, as they were calling it day at Integral Architects, Narasaiah brought the disturbing news of a communal commotion in the old city.
The walled city of Hyderabad on the banks of the Musi, built in the 16th Century by Quli Qutub Shah around the Charminar, is a predominantly Muslim populated part of the modern metropolis. As the legend has it, Shah built the place to commemorate his love for Bhagmathi, his Hindu beloved, and named it Bhagyanagar. Manned for most part by the Muslims, His Court felt that a Hindu name for a Muslim capital would be a misnomer, and thus proclaimed it as Hyderabad for the posterity. Ironically, as history witnessed, the Hindu mind and the Muslim psyche failed to fuse with the spirit of love that brought the place into being. Instead, they preferred to imbibe the theory of the Court that the Hindu character and the Muslim identity are things apart.