Corridors of Power Ch. 01

Before I met Uday I wanted to check myself and I hurriedly walked to the washroom. I looked at myself in the mirror and smiled. I un buttoned the top two buttons of my shirt, just like the other day and then let my hair loose. I smiled even more as I saw myself in the mirror, thinking of how Uday would react.

As I stepped into the lobby of the vast mansion, I was greeted by a lady. She introduced herself as Naina, Uday's personal secretary. Dressed in a pink silk saree, with a touch of elegantly done make up adoring her face along with her speech and mannerism, she looked polished.

She appeared to be in her mid to late thirties but she looked much younger. Her body was on the plus side but no one could dare call her fat. Her ample bosoms hid behind the blouse and the neetly worn pallu of her saree. Her hips were wide and her ample but swayed and jiggled with each step she took forward. All in all...she was what boys would call a MILF.

She took me to a room and asked me to sit for a while till Uday is free from his meeting. I nodded in agreement and she left. I looked around the room and it looked it a study room. Instead of walls, the room appeared to have book shelves covering it. The shelves were lined from left to right and top to bottom with books, some of which i realised were classics and cost a fortune to acquire.

A large wooden table and a plush antique arm chair stood at one corner of the room and the ceiling had a beautiful crystal chandelier. Apart from the 3 bookshelf walls, there was a large glass window which acted as the fourth wall.

The view outside was magnificent with a vast green lawn, fountain in the middle of it and a few trees on the fringes. The edges of the lawn was marked by ornamental shrubs and plants with beautiful blossoming flowers. I also saw a couple of peacocks walking around in the garden freely. The whole place, the whole set up seemed out of the world.

In many ways I was being shown what Uday was capable of and what wast wealth and power he held. First I was given a job without an interview and now I was in the most beautiful house that I had seen. Amazed I walked around the room, watching and observing every minute detail of the well thought and intricately decorated house.

"Hi Mira...Sorry to have kept you waiting." Uday said as he walked into the room.

"No...no problem. The beautiful room and the splendid view outside kept me busy. Quite a place you have here." I replied with a gentle smile.

"Haha...Thanks. This place was bought by my father and I spent many a days of my childhood here. When I recall my childhood and I do so vividly, I recall how this place was far more simpler yet so beautiful than what it is today." He said as he looked out of the glass window and then a moment later at me.

"Hmmm...so why did you want to meet me?" I asked him.

"Nothing specific; just wanted to meet you." He said casually.

"Ohh...ok..." I replied and blushed a little. He went to the table and picked up the phone and called for some tea and snacks before walking back to me.

"So how is the job? I hope you're doing well." He enquired.

"Yeah...it is great. I am learning the ropes and still have some time before I can actually take on serious assignments but..." I replied trailing off.

"But???..." He asked.

"It's like I want to do some real reporting you know. I can't go the usual way and I want to cut the learning curve which I know I can." I replied sounding a little frustrated.

"Haha...you are quite ambitious. Good for you. But what is the real reporting you want to do." He asked sounding amused.

"You know... some real journalism. Something that will be first page stuff." I replied.

"Hmmm...I can't think of anything like that for now but I have an idea that will help you get some of that real journalism you want." He said.

"And what is that?" I asked curiously. This is it. This was so easy; I was again going to get what I wanted to effortlessly.

"Have you ever done an interview?" He asked as he sat on the table and asked me to sit on the chair next to his.

"Not in real but I have done some during my college days." I replied.

"Hmmm...How about you interview me?" He stated his offer very casually.

"Really...seriously!!" I said, almost jumping out of my chair in excitement.

"Yeah...I haven't given a one on one interview in months so that takes care of my need and your first interview too." He replied with that charming smile.

"B..But I am not at all prepared. I don't have any questions for you to ask." I replied. Interview was the last thing I thought I'd be offered. I thought this meeting would be a just meet and greet.

"Dont worry about that..." He said as he flapped his hand around dismissively. He picked up the phone and called Naina. A few seconds later, Naina walked into the room.

"Naina...can you get the questions we thought off the other day for my interviews." He said to which she smiled and nodded before walking out.

I was stunned. I thought that journalists work hard on composing the most tricky, hard hitting set of questions and most of them really do but I didn't know that politicians too keep a ready set of questions they'd liked to be asked.

"The questions are kept ready because we want to keep the news focused on some particular issues. It is a political strategy...relax." He said calmly.

The tea and snacks arrived and were served in a very fine and expensive looking crockery. A minute later, Naina walked back with the set of questions which I would ask him for the interview.

"Do you have a recording device?" He asked as he handed me the questions. I just dumbly nodded my head sideways as a No.

"Naina...can you get her cell phone from the security?" He asked her.

"Yes Mr. Singh." She replied before walking out of the room.

"You must have the answers ready too?" I teased him.

"I can't dictate you the answers. They are free flowing thoughts and not a prepared speech." He said before we both erupted into laughter.

Naina walked back in to the room and handed me my cellphone which would now be used to record the interview. Naina walked back out the room and we were all alone in the big room to do the interview.

All I had to do was switch on the voice recorder and read the questions and he would give his answers; I did so perfectly. The answers, just like the questions seemed to be well prepared and he went on effortlessly trashing the current government for issues across the board.

We did the interview over the delicious, hot masala tea and the savoury snacks and soon the round of questions was over. I was elated that I had something in my hands that would help me step up the curve at work. I was desperate to run back to office and show this to my boss but I also wanted to stay back with Uday.

Wearing a white kurta and a pajama he looked stunningly handsome. A day old stubble and a pair of thin framed glasses to add to it, made him irresistible. He was dressed like any other Indian politician but this rustic look couple with his personality would make him stand out of the political crowd.

The interview was over but we continued talking. Random stuff seemed interesting and his wit and charm seriously bowled me over. Add to it the grandeur and the elegance of his house itself was a projection of his power and I was sure that any girl or woman in my place would get weak in the knees.

"The world knows about you as a politician, but who are you in real life. What is your philosphy of life...love...women?" I asked him candidly. The question was followed by a very knowing smile, first from me and then from him after hearing the question.

"Haha..I'll tell you about my philosophy provided this is strictly off the record." He replied.

"Yes of course...you don't have to worry about that." I replied trying to shrug off his worries.

I knew in politics, image was everything especially for a politician like Uday who had a very good image in public. He told me about his personal life, his likes, the struggle with his married life before winding down the to the last part of my question; Women.

"A man is known and respected by the company of women he keeps. Beautiful women make a beautiful life." He said as he turned to face me. He was standing a couple of feet away from me.

I looked up at him towering above me. I could feel the tension rise in the room. The choice of his words in that baritone voice made me tremble. I knew the comment was directed at me and he realised it had the desired effect.

"Let me summarise the philosophy of life. Drink the finest scotch, smoke the smoothest cigars, drive the fastest cars and spend hours in the arms of a beautiful woman. I have all those in my house right now...including a beautiful woman right in front of me." He said as he stepped forward, now standing very close to me. Looking deep into my eyes, he placed his hand on my shoulder.

I shuddered at his touch, my lips trembled and I closed my eyes. I opened my eyes to look up at him as I felt his other hand gently hold my waist.

I was aroused...so aroused that unknowingly bit my lip stick smeared lower lip. That was the signal Uday was waiting for and he squeezed my waist which made me draw a sharp breath in before sighing.

His right hand gently caressed my shoulder and arm before moving up to my cheek. He gently caressed my cheek, my ear before slowly running his hand through my hair while he gently pulled me closer to him.

I closed my eyes and tilted my head back as I felt his large, rough hands caress me so very gently. I felt his thumb on lip as it traversed across its length. As he slowly moved his thumb across my lip, I felt it spreading open my lips a little before the tip of his thumb slipped into mouth through my parted lips.

As I felt his thumb touch my teeth, I parted them to allowing him slip his thumb further into my mouth. His thumb touched my tongue and I instinctively swirled my tongue around it and bit it lightly. I heard him moan in delight, happy with how things were going and realising that I was no prudish girl.

He pulled out his thumb from my mouth which made me open my eyes. I looked up to him and realised that he was lowering his face towards mine. I was already lost in the sea of lust and knowing that his lips were about to touch mine, made me sink deeper.

I waited in anticipation and just that one second felt so cruel but the reward following was worth the torture. I felt his lips touch mine and I sighed instinctively. He slowly moved his lips over mine, gently caressing them resulting in my breaths getting deeper and my heart beating faster. He caressed my lips with his a couple of times before parting my lips with his before they locked together.

I felt a surge of blood rush through my head and felt dizzy as I literally melted into my arms. My knees felt very weak and I thought I would fall but his arm wrapped it self around my waist and pulled me closer before his lips tightened around mine. Our lips were locked in a kiss for a couple of seconds before I felt his moving.

I too began moving my lips and we were soon engaged in frantic kissing right in his house, by the large glass window. He ran his hand through my hair as he kissed me deeper making me moan in his mouth. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer.

I felt his hand run down my shoulder and rest on my left tit before squeezing it. I moaned loudly, my moans muffled by his mouth but still quite audible. A moment later I felt his hand unbuttoning my shirt.

My pulse quickened with each button being opened. In the silence of the room, I could her our thumping heart beats, our deep breaths and the distinct clicking sounds of the buttons of my shirt opening.

"Uhhmm...Hmmm." We heard Naina clearing her throat as a signal for us to stop. Shocked, I immediately pulled away and turned around when I realised that my shirt was parted and my bra was visible. Visibly embarrassed I hurriedly tried to dress and compose myself.

"Sir..your next meeting is about to start." She said in a very calm and composed tone.

"Okay...I will be there in a minute." Uday replied and Naina nodded her head and left.

He looked at me for a moment before saying goodbye and walked out of the room. I stood there alone in the room still reeling from what had just happened.

The day started off as a normal one with nothing out of the ordinary to anticipate and now I was in the house of one of the most powerful men in the country and just a minute ago, our mouths were locked to each other.

A good minute later I realised I had to leave and walked out quietly, first out of the room and then out of the house.

The whole incident, right from the moment he stepped closed to me played again and again in my mind before I realised that there was something else to that I had with me; his exclusive interview.