Payal's submission to save her Sister, Trisa - ch. 01
Payal is a typical housewife in her early 30s. Even at that age, she was in great shape, milky white in colour with round dark eyes, long dark hair, pink lips and was a fine-looking woman. Even after 5 years of marriage she has maintained the structure very well. One could easily mistake her for being in her early 20s. She got married to Raj, an arranged one and was staying on rent in the outskirts of Bengaluru. Raj was working as a business development manager for a tech start-up, he recently joined and his profile included frequent abroad trips.
After having lost their parents in a tragic road accident,Trisa,the younger sister of Payal stayed together with Raj and Payal. Trisa, was in her final year of under graduation. Raj likes Trisa, having known her since the marriage had no objection to Trisa staying with them, as she will be a great companion to Payal while he is not around.
It was like any other day, Payal's husband had left for the office. She bid him goodbye, went back to the kitchen to clean-up the mess. As she was just doing the dishes,the doorbell rang. She looked through the peephole, it was Ron, their landlord's son, so she went ahead and opened the door.
Payal lived on the top portion of a duplex independent villa, with the garage being on the ground floor. They moved into this place recently, as it was closer to the airport and was convenient for Raj. Their landlords lived on the first floor, but for the most part, Ron was the only one dwelling there. Only son of a rich business man. Ron, in early 20s, was a final year graduate, 6.1" feet tall, dark and had a well-built gym body.
"Hey there, young man! How are you?" She greeted Ron. Ron must be of the same age as Trisa. Payal noticed Ron was looking a little stressed out and sweating.
"I'm fine, ma'am. Actually, I got locked-out. I forgot to take the house keys before leaving for the gym. Mind if I come in and have a glass of water, by then the keymaker should be here?"
"Oh yeah. Please come on in, don't hesitate. Please be comfortable on the couch, I will get you water first."
Payal led Ron to the living room; he put his gym bag down and relaxed by stretching his legs. After a couple of minutes, Payal got him a glass of chill water, "have this Ron, take it easy and relax here. I'll get you some hot breakfast too".
"Why are you troubling yourself ma'am, it's ok, I'll manage the food from the hotel nearby!" said Ron.
"No...no...you are our guest today, Ron and I've prepared enough breakfast for both of us. Let's have it together, Ron"
Ron quickly comforted his posture and nodded resoundingly, "yes, as you wish ma'am!".
"No formalities, Ron! Am just a few years older than you. Call me Payal....OK!"
"I'll try Ma'am... err...P..Payal. You have a lovely name, just like your beautiful eyes" said Ron with a wink.
Payal blushed and her cheeks turned pale red and she quickly went to bring the breakfast.Knowing that none else was at home, Ron's wicked mind began to pop-out plans.
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Ron studied in the college next to where Trisa was studying.Trisa was 21 years of age, very fair with perfect structure.He has met Trisa frequently during college cultural fests and have spent some time together meeting with friends in chai points.
On one such occasion Ron met Trisa, in the b'day party thrown by Vir, a son of the local politician and the batchmate of Ron. Vir's girlfriend, Suyomi, brought Trisa, her close buddy, to the party. Coming from a cultured family, it was very new to Trisa to come for the pub party and felt very uncomfortable.
Ron set his eyes on Trisa. She stood about 5 foot 6 and maintained a tight, fit body. Her firm, perky B cup breasts and tight, toned ass garnered her lots of attention from everyone, but especially the guys. She often wore her long, silky dark hair tied in a ponytail. To accompany her body, she had a very pretty face with an easy, white smile and bright eyes.
She was all alone with no one else to hangout with, as Suyomi was too occupied with Vir in the party dancing and boozing.
Ron went behind her and with a husky voice "Hi..Trisa!, how're u doing?"
Trisa, taken aback, quickly turned around to check who was that. "Hi.. Ron, good to see you, i'm great thanks, how's you?"
"Yup was stuck with final year project work. You look a little lost in the party, all OK.. Trisa?"
"Not been to such party's before..my first time, Ron. So I'm a little nervous! Also, I haven't told my sister that I'm going to party and will be late"
"Don't worry Trisa, enjoy the moment and I will drop you home, if you don't mind."
Trisa felt comfortable after seeing Ron, as she had met him earlier.
Ron brought two glasses of drink and offered to Trisa, " cheers".
Trisa hesitantly took the drink and was not sure what it was. "hi Ron...tiz is tasting good, what's it?". Ron winked at her and said "tequila!"
"What?!" Trisa's face turned red, as she never ever had drunk alcohol in her life. Immediately seeing her reaction Ron Said, "I was joking, it's just a normal welcome drink, non-alcoholic"
With a sigh of relief she resumed drinking. Ron was engaged in conversation with her, without losing eye contact. Infact, he kept refilling her glass, lost count, must be a third or fourth one.
Trisa felt a sudden change in the state of her condition. Felt a tad dizzy and her head was spinning. She felt a chill in her spine, as something had gone wrong terribly.
"Hey.. Ron, my head is spinning a bit, I want to use the washroom, excuse me " said Trisa
"Oh yeah that way, there it is.. should..I.." he offered to take her there. But she said not to worry and she is fine.
Seeing her heading towards the washroom, Ron got a sense of achievement, as his trick to trap Trisa had worked.
Ron signalled a thumbs up to his mates as he successfully made Trisa trust him and in the process made her consume the laced drink. Now she won't realise herself or the surroundings until morning at least.
"Ron, buddy you won it man, lucky fucking bitch at your disposal" cheered Vir. Ron winked and went on to see what happened to Trisa.
Trisa was struggling to even walk and was looking for help. Ron lifted her up from the floor and took her to the car park.
Once inside the car, Ron asked his driver Aman to drive home. His was a caravan, a big 7 seater.
By now Trisa was semi conscious, not in her senses to understand what was happening around her.