The quiet moans of us filled the presidential room on the third story of my penthouse, my strong voice overpowering the muffled noises of the female who seemed to desire more as I smacked her from behind.

I sped up, slamming into and out of her pussy. My member slipped out of her hole, and I was about to fill her back up when the loud ringing of my mobile cut them off.

I sighed; I hated being disturbed at this hour. I'd been working my tail off at work, and now it was time to have some fun, and someone was bothering me with phone calls. Gross.

"Do you want to pick that, Agastya?" The sexy female, whose pussy was still elevated in the air, inquired.

"Call me sir, you stupid bitch," I said, and she flinched.

She was in desperate need and would be sorry if I didn't finish with her tonight. Not everyone had the opportunity to play with the legendary Agastya Kashyap. She'd gotten my attention, and I didn't want the chance to pass her by.

"Yes, I'm picking up the phone," I rambled across the room, reaching for the phone off the bed. Another call came in as I took up the phone. I swiped up to answer the phone.

"Hey, Nani," my robust and baritone voice rang across the room.

"What's happening tonight?" She inquired; his brow furrowed in perplexity.

"Agastya, we're going to see a girl's family. Did you forget we have a meeting with them today?" The sound of Nani's voice filled his ears.

"He has a lovely daughter who you'll like. His daughter is stunning; I've already spoken with her, and she seemed to be interested in you as well."

I scoffed and bobbed my head. "She doesn't even know who I am."

"She does, because everyone knows who my grandson is. I'll be waiting for you at eight o'clock, I love you." She cut the phone call before I could respond.

I walked over to the gorgeous girl, my eyes bloodshot red with rage.

"Are you planning on leaving?" She inquired.

"How is that a business of yours?" I squinted.

I responded, pulling out the drawer attached to the room's dresser. I yanked out some cash stacks and handed them to her.

"Leave before I finish up in the bathroom." With that said, I entered the bathroom.

I moved my lanky frame into the bathroom, sank into the bathtub, and had a slow soak. Nani knew I wasn't interested in marrying for love, so she assigned her to find me a bride. I want a trophy wife. My regimen consisted of working my tail off, sleeping with hoes, and making more money. I wanted to marry so I might have children in the family line.

I exited the restroom and walked back into the spacious bedroom. The suite was the best on the third floor of my five-story penthouse. I reserved that room specifically for my sinful desires.

I wore black pants with a white button-down T-shirt and a black jacket to fit. I went to the long-length mirror to fix my bowtie and admire my well-structured male figure. There was evidence of my consistent and intense gym workout. I smiled, knowing I was the epitome of good looks and a killer body. Satisfied with my appearance, I combed my hair and dashed out of the room.

Raj, my assistant, greeted me in the corridor. He hurriedly led me down to the first floor, calling out my plans for the night and the following day as we approached the elevator.

"And finally, you have a meeting at 2 a.m. tomorrow," he said.

"That's all I've got for tonight, sir." He said this before handing me the keys to my automobile.

"Raj, I think you should go home right now." I spat bitterly; my face emotionless.

"The new police inspector is trying to learn everything he can about your business. He's organising an attack on you, and the person responsible for it is Surya, Malhotra's man; he went to the police and told them about the illegal operation," Raj continued, his brow furrowed.

"Tell our men to get Surya to our basement by morning; I need answers. I haven't smelled blood on my hand in many days." I told Raj to seem as wicked as possible.

"Let us bribe the new inspector with money, or else everyone has a weakness, and we'll have to look for his weakness. And we'll use it against him," I tell him, checking my watch because it's becoming late.

The lift came to a complete stop. My Tall body hovered above Raj as I kneaded my fingers on my furrowed brow.

"I'll see you tomorrow," I said.

When I arrived at the parking lot, the door to my Rolls Royce was already open; I slid in and informed the chauffeur of my location. The Car was soon out of the penthouse and onto Mumbai's crowded night streets.

I leaned back in my seat, thinking about what had been going on in my life recently. I'd been stressed out at work and had a lot on my plate. I remembered that My Nani would have died in the accident last week, and I felt a twinge in my chest. She was the reason he was known as Agastya Kashyap today.

Nani had just awoken from a severe illness; the catastrophic accident had nearly killed her, but the witch had saved her life. She had to be the most obnoxious female I'd ever seen. She was starting to irritate me. Everything has been turned upside down since the day she met. I almost humiliated her in the hospital, but when Raj informed me that she had saved her life, I realized my error, but I would not apologize to any low-class, low-life bitch. I then decided to give her job back because she helped save my Nani's life.

My phone buzzing jarred me out of my trance; I rechecked it, and it was his Nani. I grinned and bobbed my head. His Nani was not going to back down from this.

It took me a few minutes to get to my mansion. Nani and her chauffeur were already waiting at the garage. When we entered through the gate, my driver came to a stop and looked over his shoulder to get my instruction. My Nani was waiting outside for me when I exited the car.

When I saw her coming towards me, my lips curled into a smile because she reminded me of my late mother. Any young girl would never match her grace and flair.

I called out "Nani" and took her hands, kissing her cheeks.

"Oh my, what a handsome grandson," Nani gave him a bear hug.

"I bet the ladies would want you because you look so good."

"Is it, Nani?" I jokingly questioned as I approached my Nani.

"Yes, indeed, they do." Nani adjusted her saree and grinned at me. Nani maintained her youthful beauty.

"My daughter gave birth to a man who is quite gorgeous. Simply look at yourself." She praised herself and winked twice at him.

"Your mother would be so happy and proud to see you get married," Nani added. I don't often discuss my mother with others because she is only mine to remember. I don't want to talk to anyone about her memories. She stole away my kind heart as she left. She died in my defence, and her dying words bothered me. She died because she loved me.

After her passing, I decided I would never again allow someone to have such authority over my feelings. Emotions make a person vulnerable, and your attacker will use that to their advantage in my work line. I have taken every precaution to keep my Nani safe.

I'm only getting married to add to my family's gene pool. I'm not searching for something, including love, fidelity, understanding, or anything else. I want a trophy bride who will rock my bed and look fabulous in my arms. When Nani returned from the hospital, she sent me a picture of some girls. From those photos, I picked out the girl I thought was the most beautiful, and now we'll meet her and her family.

We arrived at their home after a protracted journey. It's outside Mumbai. A modest house appeared from the exterior. We were welcomed by the girl's mother and father as soon as we got out of the car.

"You know Agastya, Dr. Sunil Jaiswal delivered you when you were a child, and Mr. Ajay Jaiswal is his brother. Dr. Sunil Jaiswal was a well-known gynaecologist. All physicians had given up on you but fortunately the genius doctor worked on her. Your mother had a tough pregnancy, you were a So, when this proposal arrived, I was ecstatic to be with the people who had given us our child," Nani explains while fighting back tears.

"Where is the doctor right now?" I pressed her.

"I've heard that he and his wife were childhood sweethearts and upcoming gynaecologists, but their life was filled with sadness. Soon after being married, they became pregnant. his wife passed away after giving birth to a girl. The doctor left his daughter behind to seek help from her grandparents since he was unable to handle the tragedy and returned somewhere abroad. Since he has already moved aboard, no one is certain of her exact location," Nani claims.

"Then, what about the daughter?" I asked her, "Don't you think he was being selfish by leaving her behind."

"Well, one never knows what's going through other people's minds. Look, we're here," Nani exclaims while advancing.

"Hello, Mr. Kashyap and Mrs. Desai," gesturing to Nani and me.

The father responded, "I hope you didn't have any trouble figuring out a route."

I remarked, "No, one can never go wrong with Google Map." We were hurried inside the room.

It wasn't much to look at when we first entered the room. Like any ordinary middle-class household, there were cabinets lined up, an old, rusted sofa, and a large TV on which everything was arranged.

Her mother motioned us to have a seat, and they grinned at us.

My Nani held my hand as I was so preoccupied with looking around the room that I could not hear any voices. she and I exchanged looks and then She turned to face the other side. I took a look at what she was observing.

"Divya Jaiswal," the female said. She winked at me while flipping her shoulder-length hair to the side. She had the appearance of being eager to share a bed with me. She held my hand while I stroked hers for a long before letting go. I returned her vibes and energy by grinning back at her. Precisely this kind of trophy wife was what I was hoping for. She was the picture of beauty; anyone would say she would feel nice in my arms and have the best physique. It would be a blessing to fuck her. She responded to my lip-licking motion. I enjoy sporty gals who know what they want in a man.

I, at last, discovered the woman I would marry and have lovely sons with. Yes, only sons. There would be no chance a girl would be born since raising a girl is a lot of work, and I didn't want to take on the duty. Divya didn't make me feel uneasy or make my heart race, so she'd be the ideal girl for me.

I blurted out, "I'm ready for marriage," and everyone, even my Nani, stared at me in shock.

Nani said, "I need to talk to my grandson for a moment."

We excused ourselves outside.

"Agastya, you must speak personally with the girl and determine whether she has the same traits as you in order to determine your compatibility. Looking at the girl, how can you merely say that you are prepared?" asks Nani.

I remarked, "Nani, she'll be the ideal face for the Kashyap Family."

"Your parents got married and remained in love with one another until death separated them." While holding my hands, Nani asks, "Do you not desire the same love or yourself."

I took her hand away and say, "I don't want to get married for love because it makes you weak and vulnerable. The people left behind have to deal with the consequences of everything," I add as we enter the room where the Jaiswal's gather and discuss.

"What have you decided?" I directly question them.

The father begins, "I need to talk to my daughter...." but the girl cuts the father off.

She beams, "I'm ready for the marriage," and then sweets are given to everyone.

The elders conferred and called the Panditjee (Priest) to settle on a date for the nuptials. Her father was serving sweets When someone entered the house. I found the smell to be very familiar. I didn't turn around.

Divya's mother walks up to her and tells her, "Meera, there's wonderful news, Divya's marriage is fixed today."

"Oh, that's fantastic news." She says gently, and I turn around in shock because I recognize the voice.

She exclaimed loudly, "you."