Sapna's POV
I stood in the cozy living room of our home, waiting to interview the new Maid. Our current Maid... actually Ex-Maid has run away after my husband Rajat screamed at her. He was in the adjacent study, working on his laptop, just a thin door separating us—close enough to chat casually through the crack, but far enough to keep things... private. We'd decided to hire a new maid to handle the household chores, and today was the interview for this strapping young man named Alex. He was tall, broad-shouldered, with a rugged jawline and hands that looked like they could grip anything firmly. From the moment he walked in, resume in hand, I felt a spark. He was an American. My pulse quickened as I eyed the way his shirt clung to his muscled chest, imagining those strong arms lifting more than just laundry baskets.
I settled onto the couch, smoothing my skirt over my thighs, and gestured for him to sit across from me.
"Welcome, Alex. I'm Sapna. My husband Rajat is next door, but he'll chime in if he wants. So, tell me, what makes you perfect for this job? Experience with... vigorous tasks?", I asked, my voice smooth and inviting, letting my gaze linger on the bulge of his biceps as he adjusted his tie.
He leaned forward, his deep voice rumbling.
"I've cleaned all kinds of places, ma'am. Big houses, small ones—nothing too messy for me. I dive right in, make sure every inch is handled thoroughly", His eyes flicked to my crossed legs, and I uncrossed them slowly, parting them just enough to tease.
I have started something I am not even sure anyone would read. Now here we are. Me—still writing. You—still here. I’m not backed by fame or algorithms, just pure passion… and you. So if you’re reading this, thank you. Your support doesn’t just help—it builds this journey. And every share, every comment, every cheer? It’s another “Keep going.” And I will. For you to read. Comment your darkest desires to read in the story.
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