The proposal - 2

The next evening, the sun set over the ocean, casting long shadows into the massive marble house.

Vikram was in his study behind closed oak doors. With him was Mr. Desai, a very powerful government minister. They were drinking expensive whiskey and finalizing the illegal contract details.

In the kitchen, Arjun was preparing a silver tray with fresh ice, crystal glasses, and spicy chicken kebabs.

He looked down at himself. He was dressed for war. But his armor was purely feminine and highly seductive.

He wore a totally transparent, pitch-black chiffon saree. It had a heavy, shining silver border. The sheer fabric clung tightly to his lean waist, leaving his smooth, hairless stomach completely exposed to the cool air. Beneath the transparent black fabric, he wore a black velvet blouse with a dangerously deep, plunging neckline. He was wearing his largest, heaviest bust padding today. The velvet pushed the padding up so high and so deep that it looked impossible to ignore. A massive, heavy silver necklace rested deep in his cleavage, drawing the eye directly to his chest.

His face was heavily painted. His large eyes were framed with very thick black kohl and long, dramatic winged eyeliner. His lips were coated in a bright, glossy cherry-red lipstick. His long dark hair was tied in a heavy, neat low bun, filled with bright red sindoor, and a large red bindi sat on his forehead.

He reached down and strapped his bare, painted feet into six-inch black stiletto heels. The heels were painfully high, forcing his hips to tilt back drastically. He wore two heavy silver anklets on each leg, and long, thick stacks of glass bangles on both wrists.

He picked up the heavy silver tray. He took a deep breath, channeled his inner submissive acting, and walked toward the study.

Clack-clack-clack.

His stilettos echoed loudly in the hallway. Chham-chham-chham. His anklets chimed a beautiful, loud, musical warning.

He pushed the heavy oak door open with his hip.

Inside, Vikram and the minister were sitting at the massive mahogany desk. Between them was the black, offline laptop.

"Are you sure keeping these ledgers is safe, Vikram?" the minister was asking nervously, wiping sweat from his forehead. "If anyone finds out I took this money..."

"Relax, Minister," Vikram said smoothly, his voice full of supreme arrogance. "This laptop is air-gapped. It never connects to Wi-Fi. The entire hard drive is locked behind military-grade encryption. And I must keep exact records of our transactions. If your government ever tries to betray me, I need my insurance policy to ensure we all go down together."

Both men stopped talking instantly as they noticed the doorway.

Arjun stood there, looking like a breathtaking vision. He deliberately tilted his head down, acting shy and highly obedient. He let his heavy glass bangles clash loudly as he held the tray.

"I am sorry to interrupt, Vikram," Arjun said in his softest, most breathy, feminine voice. "But I thought you and your guest might need fresh ice and snacks."

The minister's eyes went wide. In the dark, corrupt world of powerful men, ultimate power was shown by what you could possess and control. Vikram was using Arjun to show off. By parading Arjun like this, Vikram was proving to the minister that he was so unimaginably rich and powerful, he could force a handsome man to become his flawless, submissive female prize. It was the ultimate, taboo display of dominance. The minister stared openly at Arjun's completely hairless face, the red lipstick, and the massive, deep plunge of Arjun's heavily padded velvet blouse.

Vikram leaned back in his leather chair, a deeply arrogant and proud smile spreading across his face. He loved showing off his beautiful captive. It stroked his massive ego perfectly.

"Come here, Arjun. Put it on the desk," Vikram commanded smoothly.

Arjun walked forward slowly. He exaggerated the sway of his hips, making his six-inch stilettos click sharply and his anklets chime loudly with every single step.

As Arjun reached the desk, he saw the black laptop screen go dark. It had gone into sleep mode from inactivity, automatically locking the encrypted drive.

Vikram cursed under his breath. "Hold on, Minister. Let me unlock the drive and pull those ledgers back up."

Vikram reached out and tapped the keyboard to wake the screen. A heavy, black encryption prompt appeared.

This was the moment. Arjun's heart pounded. He knew Vikram would type fast. He had to cause a major distraction.

Arjun walked around to the side of the desk, right next to Vikram. He leaned over deeply to place the silver tray down and pick up Vikram's empty whiskey glass. As he bent over, the deep cut of his blouse was put on full display mere inches from Vikram's face. Arjun deliberately let the pallu of his transparent black saree slip completely off his shoulder, exposing his bare neck and the massive curve of his padding. He let his glass bangles scrape gently against Vikram's arm.

Vikram's breath hitched. He was completely hypnotized by the sudden, overwhelming closeness of Arjun's seductive display and the smell of his sweet perfume.

"Let me pour you fresh ice, Vikram," Arjun whispered sweetly, staying leaned over, making it impossible for Vikram to look away from his cleavage.

Vikram's eyes were totally glued to Arjun's chest. Distracted and flustered, Vikram reached for the laptop keyboard with one hand. Because he wasn't looking at the keys, he typed much slower than usual, relying on muscle memory.

Arjun watched carefully from the corner of his heavily lined eyes, keeping his head perfectly still, pretending to focus on the ice tongs.

He watched Vikram's fingers hit the keys. It was a long phrase, built purely on his massive ego.

Capital E. E-m-p-i-r-e_B-u-i-l-d-e-r_V-i-k-r-a-m!1

Vikram hit enter. The screen unlocked, the decryption software fading away to show a boring, highly corporate folder named "Strategic_Leverage_Assets". Because Vikram relied entirely on the laptop's main encryption, he arrogantly left the folders inside unencrypted.

Arjun memorized the keystrokes instantly. His hands were shaking with adrenaline, but his hairless face remained completely calm and blank.

"Is the food to your liking, sir?" Arjun asked the minister, offering a sweet, red-lipped smile, slowly pulling his sheer black pallu back over his shoulder.

"Yes... yes, it is wonderful," the minister stammered, clearly sweating, overwhelmed by the beautiful, saree-clad man standing before him.

"Leave us now, Arjun," Vikram said, his voice thick and husky, finally tearing his eyes away from Arjun.

"Yes, Vikram," Arjun whispered obediently.

He turned around and walked out of the room, swaying his hips heavily, his stilettos clacking loudly against the marble until he was far down the hallway.