Rakesh was in a dilemma. Deotima had just called him.
Surma was the ultimate bitch. But she would never tell Hugo about his and Deo's affair.
He knew that.
Surma and Deotima had been best friends, for heaven's sake.
He decided. He had the perfect reason to dump Surma. Deo would make up for the loss in income. She was more than generous.
And he did not like being blackmailed.
What if he went to Suresh and told him that Surma and he were former lovers?
Surma would be screwed. She would deny it of course. But could she explain why she and Rakesh had suddenly become enemies? She was the one who had suggested his name!
Surma was smart. She could give Suresh some idiotic reason. That he, Rakesh, was asking for more money or that he had some disease or something.
Fucking smart bitch!
Rakesh knew he was stuck. He had to give up on Surma's deal.
And keep only Deotima.
But Deotima may run away too. Fearing that Surma would tell Hugo.
After all if Surma was not getting Rakesh, she would definitely consider ruining Deotima's happiness too.
This was too fucking complicated.
Rakesh went to the gym.
The gym was a great place to think. You could mindlessly do your repetitions and let your thoughts wander.
10, 11, 12, 13...
Rakesh dropped the weights and wondered how his life had so many ups and downs.
One day he was living a dream life and the next day it was all gone.
This was the second time and things had changed so fast with these two girls.
Which of the girls would he miss more? Surma's sultry stares, her eyes? Or Deotimas' breasts and her pouting sexiness? And her screams.
Bengali women were temperamental. That is what made them so irresistible. Their bad tempers. Their quick changes of mood. They could be exhilarated one moment and angry a moment later. They could tell you to get out and then come crying after you the next moment, begging you to stay.
But the way their skin reacted to a man's touch, now that was something to be experienced.
Rakesh felt an erection coming on thinking of Bengali girls.
He picked up the weights, added a slab extra and lifted. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7...
"You certainly work out a lot!"
It was Riya. A new entrant to the gym. College kid.
Rakesh had noticed her a month ago. But had ignored her.
He was too preoccupied with Surma and Deotima.
They were his first priority and would always come first.
"Hmmmmph!" he grunted and finished his reps.
"Yeah I do," he said without looking up.
"Are these two kilos or three?" she asked as she pulled a small weight off the rack.
"Three," he replied with just a glance upwards.
She was wearing a short, pink crop top. Her stretch pants were tight. Her hair flowed just below her shoulders.
She was petite. Nice firm tits. Lovely ass. Big black eyes.
She din't come to the gym to lose weight. She was there to stay fit.
Riya began to do some wrist curls. He could feel her eyes on him.
Riya was not used to being ignored.
"Another spoilt brat like Surma and Deo. Used to having her way" thought Rakesh as he continued his workout.
"You don't talk much" Riya wasn't giving up.
"Both those bitches dont deserve me. Maybe a good fuck will clear up my mind" Rakesh thought as he finished his last pull up.
"Yeah. I am the quiet kind."