Chapter 10: Veiled in Widow’s Silk
I need to fill the gap left by Mr.Lee, I needed to become a lifeline for Raghu as an investor.Raghu liked MILFs so I need to become one.Use his sexual kinks against him.
I need to become Lakshmi Verma, a fifty years old widow from Dallas.Inheriting a lot of money from her dead millionaire husband , she is back in India to invest and settle down.
Silver threads carefully woven into my hair. Skin darkened with tanning lotion to a rich wheatish tone. Cat-eye glasses perched on my nose. I adjusted the deep emerald chiffon saree one final time, letting the pallu drape low to invitingly show my breasts.
Look at you, Uma, I thought bitterly. Playing dress-up as a rich widow now. Vijay would have fucked this version of you without a second thought and thrown you away the next morning.
I bought a large bungalow in Peddapur,threw around enough money to build a reputation.
For the first month I kept my distance. I attended Raghu Reddy’s community meetings in rich chiffon sarees, sitting in the front row. I let the pallu slip just enough.
At the first formal meeting in his farmhouse office, I sat across from him in a maroon chiffon saree, pallu draped low but tastefully.
“Mr. Reddy,” I said smoothly, “my late husband built a thriving real estate empire in Dallas. After his sudden passing I inherited everything — nearly 1800 crores. I’m not interested in small deals. I can commit 1000 crores immediately if the terms and returns are right.”
Raghu looked impressed. After discussing project details he smiled and gestured to the bottle.
“So, Mrs. Verma, what will you have? Most ladies only take juice or tea.”
I met his eyes with a knowing smile. “Whiskey please, with a little ice. Single malt if you have it. My husband and I always enjoyed a glass together after a long day.”
Raghu paused, visibly surprised, then poured two glasses. He watched me take a smooth sip.
“Arre wah! You are something else, Lakshmi ji,” he said with an appreciative grin. “Educated, rich, confident… and beautiful. Most women from these parts wouldn’t even touch alcohol.”
I gave a soft, lonely chuckle and let the pallu slip a little lower. “Life in Dallas taught me many things, Raghu garu. After my husband died I had to become sharp. I have no children, no one to lean on. Managing such wealth alone has been exhausting. A woman like me needs a strong, powerful man who understands both business and… other needs.”
He leaned forward, his hand brushing mine as he refilled my glass. “Then you have definitely come to the right man.”
Over the next few weeks Raghu grew bolder, pulling me onto his lap and pawing at me. I played the lonely rich widow perfectly, feeding him information while enduring his touch.
Complications arose when Sub-Inspector Rao blackmailed me, recognizing me from my Meera days. I paid him with my body once, then used Raghu’s phone later to have his loyal goons eliminate Rao as a loose end.
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