A/N:- Kartik and Naira's age is the same when they met for the first time.

Kartik was annoyed. Scratch that, he was furious, and as much as he wanted to lash out, he couldn't. He was in Paris and had come there for a deal which would generate a huge profit for his company. He had been working on this deal for the past six months and finally, after months of working day and night an official contract was ready, to be signed.

But there was one problem, his client had wanted the deal to be signed in his homeland which brought Kartik all the way to Paris, but even that wasn't enough. After signing the deal, his client had asked Kartik to attend a party which would be happening that night.

Kartik had tried to refuse but the client 'insisted'. So here he was, sitting in a car going to the party. His client had even sent the car for him. He had wanted to leave immediately for India after the deal, but fate seemed to be punishing him.

It was a very large villa where the party was. As kartik looked around the party, he felt bored. He didn't know any of the people except his client. Music was blaring, people were laughing, flirting with each other. Kartik had already drowned three glasses of scotch and it looked like he was gonna need a lot more, if he was to survive this party. But there was one thing in the party that he couldn't deny, the girls in the party were fucking hot.

Kartik liked sex as any other human and he knew he was good in bed. He had frequent encounters with lots of girls but he never kept any personal attachment to any of the women he slept with.

Kartik loved no one other then his family and especially now when his family was a lot more lesser.

Voice :- Mr. Kartik.

Kartik turned around his head to see his client approaching.

Kartik nodded :- Mr. Pierre.

Pierre :- how's everything going Mr. Kartik ?

Kartik :- it's good, thank you once again for inviting me to this party.

Pierre just bowed his head and he gestured towards someone. It was then Kartik noticed a man standing beside his client.

Pierre :- may i have the pleasure of introducing, Mr. Jean. The host of the party.

Kartik turned towards the person and bowed his head. As kartik looked at the person, he couldn't help but think, that he had seen him somewhere.

Kartik :- Bonjour Mr. Jean. I must say, you are a gracious host.

Jean just laughed and said.

Jean :- why, thank you Mr. Kartik. I hope you are enjoying yourself.

Kartik :- yes of course.

It was all a facade. A formality. Kartik knew that and the other two knew that. In reality kartik and the other two were ruthless businessman who just kept up appearances in front of each other as not to show there true power.

Jean :- it seems like that you aren't enjoying yourself that much, mr. Kartik. Tell you what, why don't you join us for a more private party.

It wasn't a request and Kartik knew that. For some reason Pierre looked surprised, before he quickly composed himself.

Kartik :- another party ?

Jean :- oh yes, just happening in the basement of the villa. Why don't you join us Mr. Kartik, i insist.

Kartik nodded, he knew what 'insist' actually meant, they weren't asking, instead they were telling him. In India no would have dared to say that to Kartik, but same was not the case here. Here he was a guest with very little resources, so he saw no point in refusing.

Slowly kartik followed them. They came near an elevator which was guarded by a security guard. He looked at the three of them, mostly at Jean and allowed them entry.

The elevator took them downwards, and opened into a hallway, which was dimly lit. As they walked forward, a feeling of unease came to Kartik.

Suddenly Kartik remembered who Jean was. Although in public he was a a very good businessman, he also had a different side. Over the time, many allegations had been out on the man that he indulged in sex trafficking, drugs, contract killings and various other illegal activities but no proof had ever been found out.

And based on the party, the security, the basement floor, Kartik had a pretty good idea where they were heading. Jean suddenly entered a room.

Kartik entered behind him and Pierre. In the room there were 3 chairs with a button on the chair arm. All of them sat. In front of them there was a large completely see through glass.

Kartik was proven right when suddenly in front of the glass a light turned on, and Kartik saw a woman standing there, dressed in nothing but a bikini and suddenly he heard a computerized voice from a speaker.

Speaker :- bidding to start.

Kartik kept a blank face but internally he was fucking disgusted on what he was witnessing. There were other rooms like this all facing the woman in the centre and the button on the chair bar was so you could place your bidding which would automatically increase then the previous bidder.

For a moment Kartik wanted nothing more then to call the police and have Jean arrested, but he also knew it was easier said then done. He knew there were Mafia's involved in this, big powerful politicians and even the police itself.

Kartik considered himself to be a ruthless, dark person. The circumstances of life had made him that way. But this was something else. He wanted nothing more then to leave but he knew that if he left right now, it could create problems with both Pierre and Jean.

Few women passed and Kartik's discomfort increased, more and more.

Jean :- i am surprised Mr. Kartik. I thought a young man like you would have taken at least one women till now.

Kartik wanted shout at Jean, but he controlled himself.

Kartik :- well, none of them are my type.

Jean laughed.

Jean :- sorry to disappoint. But i am sure you'll like this one, she's the last today. She's a virgin, she was taken a few years ago from your country itself and had been trained in forms of love making.

Kartik's fist tightened. And it took all of Kartik's willpower not to punch Jean in the face.

As the stage light turned on, Kartik looked away just like he had through the entire night. But for some reason, curiosity got the better of him and he looked.

As soon as Kartik looked at her, he forgot everything. Everything arround him quitened, it became hazy.

The girl on the stage was beautiful. She was hot, sexy, stunning, exquisite, lovely, she was everything, the word beauty personified. Kartik couldn't describe what he felt when he saw her. No words in the dictionary could do her justice.

Kartik kept staring at her, he didn't blink, he couldn't take his eyes of her. For a moment he wanted nothing more then to break the mirror and go near her so that he could go near her and cover her body. Her body, her skin, her face, everything about her was just perfect.

Something deep primal, roared in Kartik. His body started burning. And at that moment Kartik only knew one thing. He wanted her. He didn't care about anything else. All he knew was that he needed that girl to be his, by his side.

Kartik realised that the bidding had already started. Kartik immediately pressed the button on the side. Both Pierre and Jean looked at him in surprise but kartik didn't care. His eyes never left the girl in front of him.

Whenever someone other then him would do the bidding, Kartik would immediately pressed the button eventually the bidding kept getting higher, but kartik had no intention of letting her go.

It seemed that after sometime the other people realised that he had no intention of letting her go to anyone else but him. Eventually the price became too much. They stopped. Kartik placed the final bid.

Voice :- sold for 10 million euros.

The light at the stage immediately went out.

Jean :- well, well, well. I told you, you'd like her.

Kartik turned towards Jean.

Kartik :- when can I take her ?

Jean laughed.

Jean :- quite eager, are we !!??

Kartik only stared at him.

Jean :- in one hour Max.

Kartik :- what if I want to take her out of the country ?

Jean :- no worries, passport, visa everything will be ready in one hour. You just tell me of which country you want the passport.

Kartik :- Indian passport.

Jean nodded.

Kartik :- can you send her to the airport ? I already have my bag ready, i just need to collect it from the hotel and from there I'll go to the airport.

Pierre:- leaving so soon Mr. Kartik.

Kartik :- i already had plans to leave after the party, now I just have one more person to take with me.

Pierre nodded.

Kartik took out his checkbook from inside his tuxedo pocket and wrote a check and gave it to Jean who gladly accepted it.

Jean :- Mr. Kartik, may i offer my driver who will take you to hotel and then to airport.

Kartik nodded.

Kartik :- Get her to the airport hangar 19 where my private jet Embraer lineage 1000E is parked, I hope that won't be a problem .

Jean :- sure Mr. Kartik.

As kartik travelled back from the party, he called and told his pilot to get ready for take off in max 2 hours.

Kartik thoughts kept going to her, his heart for some reason already ached to see her. He wanted nothing more than to see her beautiful face, to touch her soft creamy skin, to breathe in her scent, to kiss those luscious lips.

No one in Kartik's entire life had made him feel that way, but just one glimpse of that girl was enough to wreak havoc in kartik, both mentally and physically.

Kartik didn't even realise when he reached the hotel, he immediately went to his room, collected his suitcase and checked out of the hotel.

Kartik reached the airport and after all the formalities he reached the hangar where his jet was parked. The jet had the logo of Goenka industries, one of the biggest companies in india. Under global fortune 500. Kartik had worked day and night to take his company to the place where it was now.

Kartik paced inside the plane, the wait for her was agonizing, it was pure torture. Kartik didn't know what was happening to him, why he was so eager. Kartik have had physical relationships before but none of them had made him feel this way. Just the thought of her was enough to set his blood on fire.

Suddenly he heard the airhostess of the plane came.

Airhostess:- sir, there's a man and woman asking for you, shall i let them in ?

Kartik nodded eagerly.

She went and after a few minutes a man came in and shook his hands.

Man :- Mr. Jean thanks you for doing business with him. Everything is ready.

Saying that he handed Kartik a small file which contained everything related to the girl for travel. Passport, visa etc.

Kartik nodded, and the the man kept a small bag.

Man :- it contains some basic necessities for her and some things for your pleasure.

Kartik nodded and the man left.

As soon as he left, she came in front of him. Kartik's eyes and body burned as he looked at her. She was wearing a black spaghetti dress which came to her mid thighs. It showed her perfect hourglass figure and accentuated all her curves. She looked at him and smiled seductively which caused his eyes to darken.

She slowly came near him, swaying her hips seductively. Kartik eyes didn't leave her even for a split second and hers didn't leave Kartik. As she came near him, stepping into his personal space, her scent assaulted his senses and dazed him. She was only a few inches shorter then him. She looked up at him with smouldering eyes as he gazed down at her with an intense stare.

There faces were only a few inches apart.

Her :- well, hello handsome.

If possible, his body burned even more as he heard husky voice which was almost purring. Kartik closed his eyes for a moment to control himself before he opened them again. Kartik also stepped forward and suddenly there bodies were pressed against each other.

Kartik :- hello beautiful.

Her :- i didn't know that the one who wanted me was so handsome.

Kartik hands came on her waist, holding her tightly. Tina moaned slightly, causing Kartik to growl.

Kartik whispered huskily:- but i knew that you are so fucking hot.

Her :- oh really !?

Kartik :- oh yes baby.

Her hands came on his shoulder.

Her :- and what else do you know about me ?

Kartik :- that from the moment I saw you, i knew I wanted you.

Her :- that's about you, not me ?

Kartik :- doesn't make it untrue.

Kartik :- what else ?

Kartik :- no girl has made me feel the way you do.

Her :- and how is that ?

Kartik :- that I want to ravage you over and over again.

Kartik could see her eyes darkening.

Her :- as you wish, master.

For some reason, Kartik didn't like that word.

Kartik :- call me Kartik.

Her :- as you wish, Kartik.

God, even his name sounded so much better then coming out of his mouth.

Kartik :- what should I call you then ?

Her :- if you want, you can call me Tina.

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