February 14, 2008

Shashank stepped out of the elevator, his mind racing with the weight of the revelation that had left him stunned just moments ago. He moved with urgency, navigating the hotel hallway, his thoughts tangled between anger and concern. Why would she take such a foolish step? he wondered, struggling to understand what could have pushed Ashlesha into such a decision.

As he neared the room the receptionist had indicated, he spotted a man walking toward the same door. A chill of realization swept over Shashank—this man must be the one he suspected. Without hesitation, Shashank closed the distance between them and stopped the man in his tracks.

"Hey," Shashank called out, his voice firm and commanding. The man turned, looking confused.

Shashank reached into his coat pocket, pulled out a checkbook, and swiftly signed a cheque. He held it out to the man, his expression unwavering. "Take this," he said, his tone leaving no room for argument.

The man glanced at the cheque, then back at Shashank, bewildered. "What is this for?"

"You're not going inside," Shashank replied flatly.

"But why?" The man's brows furrowed in confusion as he looked between Shashank and the door, unsure of what was happening.

"You've got your cheque. Now, get lost," Shashank's voice grew colder, his stare unyielding.

"But..." the man stammered, clearly reluctant.

"Just get lost!" Shashank's voice hardened, leaving no room for negotiation. The steel in his eyes made it clear that there would be consequences if the man persisted.

The man hesitated for a moment longer, but the determination in Shashank's gaze made him rethink his position. Realizing that the figure before him held significant power, he slowly backed away, casting one last uncertain glance at the cheque before hurriedly disappearing down the hall.

Shashank strode down the hallway, his mind focused on the plan he had hastily crafted. He summoned a staff member, requesting two things: a key card to the room and an item that left the staff perplexed but compliant. With these in hand, he approached the room, his heart pounding in his chest.

Slipping inside, he moved with a quiet precision. Before Ashlesha could even turn to see who had intruded into her space, Shashank pulled a blindfold from his pocket and swiftly tied it around her eyes.

"What the hell! Who the hell are you? Security!" Ashlesha tried to shout, her voice trembling with panic, but Shashank quickly covered her mouth to silence her.

"Ma'am, please calm down," he said softly, trying to steady his own voice. Ashlesha's breath was fast and shallow, fear coursing through her. "I'm the same escort you called for."

There was a pause, and then Ashlesha's breathing began to slow. Relief washed over her face as she processed his words. Her friend had suggested hiring an escort to help her move past the pain of a devastating breakup, and she had reluctantly followed the advice. But even as she began to relax, questions swirled in her mind. Who exactly was this man? Was he really what he claimed to be? And why had he blindfolded her?

"How did you get in here? And why did you put this blindfold around me?" she asked, her voice edged with uncertainty.

"Our service is partnered with this hotel. We have access to the customer keys," he lied smoothly. "And as per our regulations, you booked a first-time service, so you're not allowed to see me."

"But... why?" she questioned, her voice wavering between suspicion and curiosity.

"So that you don't judge the service based on my looks, Ma'am," he replied with a chuckle that he hoped would sound reassuring.

Ashlesha hesitated, her unease lingering but softened by the seemingly professional explanation. She still wasn't fully convinced, but something about his manner calmed her slightly.

"Ma'am, please trust me. Let me guide you to the bed," he said gently, and Ashlesha stayed silent for a moment before finally nodding. He took her by the arm and led her toward the bed, moving slowly, aware of how fragile this situation was.

She sat down on the edge, and her tension seemed to ease just a fraction. "Okay... what's your name?" she asked, trying to regain a semblance of control over the conversation.

"As per the rules, you're not supposed to know that either," Shashank said with a smile she couldn't see.

"Then what should I call you?" she pressed, a note of irritation creeping into her voice.

"Hmm, that's a problem," he mused. "In that case, I'll give you a dummy name, but later. For now, what do you want me to do?" he asked, steering the conversation away from his true identity.

"What do you mean? Just... do your job," she replied, her frustration growing.

Shashank couldn't help the small smile that tugged at his lips at her innocence. But then, he caught sight of her reaching back to unzip her dress, fumbling with the zipper. He moved quickly, gently catching her hand.

"It's not done like that, Ma'am," he said softly, a warmth in his tone.

She stiffened slightly, uncertainty flashing across her face. "Then go with your way," she replied, surrendering to the moment.

"Hmm, my way, it's a little different," Shashank said, a hint of mischief in his voice. He gently took her hand, guiding her to the dining table nearby. She followed, the blindfold still in place, and he helped her sit down with care.

"Champagne?" he offered, his voice light, trying to set the tone.

"Cranberry juice for me," she replied curtly.

He made the order with a quick call to room service. Within minutes, their drinks arrived, and they began sipping in silence, the tension between them gradually easing.

"Why have you called for me?" Shashank asked, his tone casual yet probing.

"That's none of your business," Ashlesha shot back, the edge in her voice still lingering.

"Alright, if you don't wish to share, Ma'am," he replied, letting out a soft chuckle.

She tilted her head slightly, as if trying to read him through the darkness of her blindfold. "India se ho na tum?"

Shashank smiled. "How did you guess? Aapne toh mujhe dekha bhi nahi," he said playfully.

"That accent—Indian hai, pata chal gaya."

"Quite impressive, Ma'am!" he said, leaning into the act.

"And stop calling me Ma'am. I am Ashlesha," she said, a bit more at ease now, the stiffness in her posture melting away.

"That's your real name?" he asked, feigning ignorance, though he knew every detail about her already.

"I'm not bound to any sort of contract. I can definitely reveal my real name. Ashlesha—that's who I am." She seemed to relax even more, sensing the gentleness in his demeanor, the odd familiarity in his presence.

Shashank took the opportunity to change the mood. He walked over to a small speaker, putting on a soft, romantic tune that filled the air. The melody drifted around them, soothing yet intimate. He turned back to her, extending his hand gently.

"Shall we?" he asked, his voice low and inviting.

Ashlesha hesitated for a moment, then placed her hand in his. He helped her to her feet, and as he wrapped his arm around her waist, guiding her into a slow dance, she felt the warmth of his touch seep through her.

The air crackled with unspoken longing as Ashlesha and Shashank moved together, the soft melody of the music guiding their steps. A rare, genuine smile blossomed on Ashlesha's lips, a smile that had been absent for far too long. His touch, gentle yet firm, grounded her, easing her into the unfamiliar comfort of his embrace. Her guarded walls, erected over time, began to crumble under the warmth of his presence.

The silence between them deepened, shifting from awkwardness to a potent, electric intimacy. Shashank drew her closer, their breaths mingling, the space between them shrinking to a mere whisper of air. Ashlesha felt his warmth envelop her, igniting a flicker of desire, a yearning for connection that had lain dormant for years. For a fleeting moment, she abandoned the reasons that had led her to this encounter, surrendering to the solace of his arms.

Her lips parted, a silent invitation that Shashank eagerly accepted. His lips met hers, soft at first, then deepening into a fervent kiss. Ashlesha's lips responded, moving in sync with his, her inhibitions melting away. His tongue found its way into her mouth, igniting a fire within her that she had long forgotten. She was ablaze, consumed by a hunger that echoed his own.

Ashlesha, lost in the intensity of the moment, felt a thrill course through her veins. No one had ever kissed her with such passion, such raw desire. She instinctively ran her fingers through her hair, pulling him closer, her body craving his touch. Shashank, sensing her eagerness, understood the fire he had ignited. His lips trailed down her neck, leaving a trail of kisses and gentle bites, each touch sending shivers down her spine.

Shashank, fueled by a growing impatience, yearned to fully consume the flame he had kindled. With a swift, confident movement, he shed her beautiful dress, revealing her in all her glory. The sensation was exhilarating, both for him and for Ashlesha, who, though unable to see him, felt his gaze linger on her exposed skin.

He gently pushed her onto the bed, discarding his suit and shirt with practiced ease. He climbed onto the bed, his hand cupping her neck, his lips finding hers once more. His kisses descended to her cleavage, his fingers teasing the delicate skin between her thighs. A wave of heat surged through her, igniting a fire within her core. His mouth found her most sensitive point, his tongue teasing and tormenting, before he took her fully into his mouth, eliciting a soft moan of pleasure. He sealed her gasp with a tender kiss, his desire to break down her barriers, to erase her past and replace it with the raw intensity of their encounter.

He grabbed her hair, turning her, eliciting a gasp of pain mixed with pleasure. "Don't tease me anymore," she pleaded, her voice laced with desperation and delight.

"I haven't even begun to tease you," he replied, his voice a low growl. He pulled a handkerchief from his pocket and deftly tied her hands behind her back. His kisses continued, each one a spark igniting a wildfire within her. The sound of his trousers falling echoed in the room, setting her body ablaze.

"Enough, you!" she cried out, a mix of surrender and arousal in her voice.

"You wanted to know my name, didn't you?" he murmured, his voice husky with desire.

"Yep," she replied, her voice barely a whisper.

"Say it louder," he commanded, his fingers tightening around her neck, his lips trailing kisses around her ear. He held her close, his hands molding her breasts, the warmth of his touch sending shivers down her spine. He was finally about to possess the woman of his dreams.

"Say it, Ashlesha," he whispered in her ear, his voice a dark, seductive melody.

"I want to know your name," she finally breathed, her voice barely audible.

"Nishant!" he whispered, the name a low rumble against her skin, as he entered her from behind, his movements powerful and consuming. Her moans filled the room, mingling with his own guttural sounds.

He turned her around, their lips never parting, their bodies moving in a rhythmic dance of passion. They surrendered to the night, their lovemaking a wild, untamed symphony.

The next morning, Ashlesha awoke to an empty bed. Her body ached with a sweet, unfamiliar tenderness. A smile played on her lips as she recalled the night's intoxicating events, the stranger who had awakened her desires, the man she knew only as Nishant. An escort, a spark of passion in the darkness.

She noticed a note on the pillow, a simple slip of paper with his number and a cryptic message, "Dial it for your next service, -N."

The memory of the night, the intensity of Nishant, lingered, a tantalizing whisper of what could be. Ashlesha was left with a bittersweet ache, a reminder of the night's surrender and the tantalizing unknown that lay ahead.

A/N: Happy Birthday, Love ❤️

To the readers: I hope you enjoyed this birthday special! But the story doesn't end here—there's more to come. I hope you'll enjoy what's next as well.