Arahan barely had time to catch his breath after the quick, frantic session with Anshika. His cock was still half-hard, tucked back into his pants with a hasty wipe from a tissue Sabiha handed him like it was the most normal thing in the world.
Anshika had scurried off to the bathroom to clean up, legs still shaky, a dazed, satisfied smile plastered on her face that would probably last the rest of the day.
Sabiha adjusted her saree pallu with casual elegance, kissed Arahan on the cheek, and murmured, "Go sit in the meeting room, darling. I'll handle the clients for the first half. You look like you need a few minutes."
He nodded numbly and headed toward the glass-walled conference room, trying to ignore the knowing glances from a few girls on the sewing floor who had clearly heard muffled sounds through the thin office walls.
He hadn't even sat down when the door opened again. Suhani Rajput stepped in without knocking.
