Fast forward to the next day, Madhuri and Shekhar had THEIR normal start to the day. Madhuri clothed elegantly and left for office. The day was important because she was to appoint an HOD for the mechanical department. She had three people lined up for it: Mr. Raval, Mr. Kumar, and Mr. Sheth. Madhuri was already set on Mr. Sheth, because not only was she looking for someone with the right temperament for the job, but also she checked their background and their roots.
The interviews began. The men, all in their late 30s or early 40s, were naturally flabbergasted at first by the charm of the woman who was seated before them. Madhuri had his as a metric to judge them too; if they leave their eyes, and focus on her body parts, then that would be a con too. She wanted the mechanical department to be taken seriously again and reinstall its long-lost reputation. When they came to the end of it, Mr. Sheth was appointed the HOD. She asked Mr. Sheth that he could handpick someone from the premises or outside too to replace his former seat. She informed him that he’d have all the support from her office. Mr. Sheth left the office feeling Elevated in confidence; this was a rarity for him personally.
Madhuri looked to read more files. She completed as many as 150 files that day. She wanted to know about all aspects of the college. She was finally ready with the formulated plan, and her mission will start from the next day. As soon as she was in the last 10 files, the staffs were all ready moving to close their desks and leave. Madhuri allowed Shraddha to leave too. She left herself only when she had read all the files.
Madhuri got in her SUV to start driving away. In the middle of her journey, the notification tone chimed up. Madhuri looked at it. It said, “Next week is very near my love. I hope you remember.” Keeping her one hand on the wheel, she texted with the another, “How can’t I love. Ofcourse I do.” She smiled and kept driving.
Madhuri, at midday had received a text that she reread right now, “Tonight it is darling. I look forward to see you.” Madhuri replied to it positively with a lot of hearts. After late working hours again, she drove on that evening as a woman on mission, like she had been doing, ever since the responsibility to fix the academics of her best friend’s cum lover’s son, and would have she done it better. She was on her way to their preferred dinner place, the ‘their’ here includes Madhuri and Vani, for it was both of them coming face to face after the very amiable sexual privilege they shared over a month ago. This was their normal monthly meeting, but for Madhuri, it felt very closely confronting that day.
The pulse in her were speeding, not only by the thought of seeing her strikingly hot lover, but also as to how she was going to detail everything that had been done, and reason for it as well. In her opulent and respectable lifetime, both personally and professionally, she was never given to too many words, especially when it came to explaining herself, but the circumstances in hand were quite different since she felt herself at some sense of responsibility there.
Madhuri slipped her SUV in one of the parking spaces available there among the hundreds of imported goods already in rows. The fifteen story 5-star hotel overlooking the golf course from the back, and the lavish resort from both the left and right, was one of the places to be when your coin chamber would’ve been overflowing, and the ladies in focus currently were hardly any stranger to any of it.
As soon as she had walked in the lobby, past the saluting guards, her desperate eyes roamed around the space to find her. Past a few seconds of onlooking, and there she was. The sofa seat on the bank of the hotel water fountain, whose back was turned against the tall floor to ceiling glass wall showcasing the swimming pool, was taken by Vani already. Her towering physique might be waved off by the sitting pose, a by the skin of ones teeth feat, but hardly had Vani found Madhuri approach in when the former rose from her seat, letting her hotly extensive 5’10 persona, ascended royally with the 3 inch heel, stand out in the crowd.
Vani, unlike her best friend, was rocking the delicately fashioned cardigan and a curve complimenting denim outfit. The cardigan was short and mounted over the tank top underneath; the length just about failing to shut Vani’s matured butt bulge through the denim. Her naturally beautiful face just about waved away every implication of her middle age, and the elegant short stacked hair falling just under her face and above her neck made her look full proof glamorous.
The lasting battle between the loose top and fit denim on her tall voluptuous body just about fit the bill, and the oddly enough contrast made the look all the more amiable too. Her endlessly long and toned thick legs in the denim could make one wonder of everything amazing in the world. Different angles of the lady gave all different but intriguing energies. Her handbag like Madhuri’s hung from her right hand.
Vani walked on, as did Madhuri, and after having walked till the far end of the fountain, they met. They straightaway hugged. The warm embrace of them caught a handful of eyes, and keeping it as civilized as they could, they parted in a few seconds. Vani uttered the first words and Madhuri followed. One dialogue, two and as the commencement of their date had taken place for real, the dialogue numbers might be hitting a staggering dozen soon.
By the glass wall and at the end of the huge restaurant space, both of the ladies took a table for themselves. The prying eyes overflowing with hunger couldn’t be really put to blame after they walked past each table, those were the perils of normality whenever they were around. Madhuri and Vani seated in comfortably. A brandy to start with, which would only press on to everything delicious once they get going.
They shared questions about families; Vani asked about how her children were doing, then husband, and Madhuri asked of her husband too; work, life, everything was being discussed but Shekhar.
The cynicism of Madhuri, and how her pulse was pacing was now somewhat neutralized, but she knew it shouldn’t be procrastinated further. Their brandy were being partially emptied up when she initiated it.
“I think we should really get to the must do discussion now sweetheart.” Madhuri took one sip, and added, “I believe that’s what you had in mind initially when setting this date of ours, hadn’t you?”
Vani took a few seconds to look at her, and slipping her hand on hers on the table, added, “What makes you think that Madhu?” She rubbed her fingers on the back of her hand and added, “It’s only emphasized in a limited context you see, not because our son is less important to us, but because we have him in trustworthy hands as yourselves my love.”
“I thank you for that Vani. I know this owing to being a mother, whose children are away at boarding school since a couple of years now; as a matter of fact any night hardly feels better even after knowing they’re in a good space” Madhuri’s voice deepening as she halted to gulp in the last few drops from her glass and added, “let alone your range of thoughts sweetheart, realizing yours is out there dropping down on his knees after being deteriorated metaphorically to an objectified slave.”