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The lobby of the Oberoi Hotel in Gurgaon buzzed with the soft murmur of Valentine's Day celebrations—couples in elegant attire clinking champagne flutes, rose petals scattered across marble floors. Himani Gupta glided through the crowd like a shadow in silk, her deep red saree hugging her curves, the fabric whispering against her skin with each step. At 28, she was an independent call girl in Gurgaon who thrived on discretion and desire, her dark hair cascading in loose waves, eyes lined with kohl that promised secrets. Tonight's client was a businessman, anonymous in his booking, but the details hinted at power: a penthouse suite, chilled champagne, and no limits specified.

She rode the elevator alone, the mirrored walls reflecting her composed exterior while her pulse quickened. The doors opened to the top floor, and she stepped into the hallway, knocking lightly on the suite door. It swung open almost immediately, revealing a tall man in his mid-40s, broad-shouldered in a crisp white shirt unbuttoned at the collar, his tie loosened. Arjun Mehta, though she didn't know his name yet, exuded the quiet authority of boardrooms and late-night deals. His dark eyes raked over her, lingering on the way the saree draped low on her hips, exposing a sliver of toned midriff.

'You're even more stunning in person,' he said, his voice smooth with a hint of fatigue from a long day of meetings. He stepped aside, gesturing her in. The suite was lavish—floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city lights, a king-sized bed draped in white linens, and a bottle of Dom Pérignon sweating in an ice bucket.

Himani smiled, a practiced curve of her full lips, as she entered, the door clicking shut behind her. 'Happy Valentine's Day, sir. I'm Himani. How would you like to spend it?' She set her clutch on the side table, turning to face him, her fingers toying with the pallu of her saree.

Arjun crossed the room, pouring two glasses of champagne without breaking eye contact. 'No sir. Call me Arjun. And tonight, I want to forget the world outside.' He handed her a glass, his fingers brushing hers deliberately, sending a spark up her arm. They clinked, and she sipped, the bubbles sharp on her tongue.

He set his glass down and closed the distance, his hand cupping her chin, tilting her face up. Himani met his gaze, unflinching, as he leaned in and kissed her—firm, demanding, his lips parting hers with ease. She responded, her tongue sliding against his, tasting the champagne and the faint salt of his skin. His free hand found her waist, pulling her flush against him, the hardness of his cock already pressing through his trousers against her belly.

Breaking the kiss, Arjun trailed his mouth down her neck, nipping at the sensitive spot below her ear. 'Unpin your saree,' he murmured, his breath hot. Himani's fingers moved deftly, removing the brooch and letting the fabric loosen. It pooled at her feet in a crimson wave, leaving her in a black lace blouse and petticoat that barely concealed her lace thong and the swell of her breasts.

He stepped back, admiring her, then shrugged off his shirt, revealing a chest dusted with dark hair, muscles honed from gym sessions squeezed between flights. Himani reached for his belt, unbuckling it with steady hands, her eyes locked on his as she unzipped him. His cock sprang free, thick and veined, curving slightly upward, the head already glistening with pre-cum.

'On your knees,' Arjun said, not a request. Himani sank down gracefully, the carpet soft under her, and wrapped her hand around his base, stroking slowly. She leaned in, her tongue flicking out to lap at the tip, savoring the salty bead there. Then she took him into her mouth, lips stretching around his girth as she sucked, her head bobbing in a rhythm that made him groan low in his throat.

His fingers threaded through her hair, not forcing but guiding, as she hollowed her cheeks and took him deeper, her throat relaxing to accommodate more. Saliva coated his shaft, dripping down to her hand as she pumped what she couldn't swallow. Arjun's hips rocked forward gently, fucking her mouth with controlled thrusts, his breaths coming sharper.

After minutes that stretched taut with tension, he pulled her up, his cock slick and throbbing. 'Bed. Now.' Himani rose, shedding her blouse to reveal her bare breasts—heavy, nipples dark and peaked. She untied her petticoat, letting it fall, stepping out in just her thong. Arjun stripped fully, his pants hitting the floor, before guiding her to the bed.

She lay back on the cool sheets, legs parting invitingly as he climbed over her, kissing her again while his hand slid between her thighs. His fingers pushed aside the lace, finding her pussy already wet, folds slick with arousal. He rubbed her clit in firm circles, dipping two fingers inside her heat, curling them to hit that spot that made her arch and moan into his mouth.

'So responsive,' he growled, pinching her nipple with his free hand. Himani's hips bucked against his palm, her juices coating his fingers as he pumped faster. She reached down, stroking his cock, aligning it with her entrance. Arjun didn't need more invitation—he thrust in, burying himself to the hilt in one smooth motion, her walls clenching around his thickness.

He set a steady pace, pulling out almost fully before slamming back in, the bed creaking under them. Himani wrapped her legs around his waist, nails digging into his back as pleasure coiled tight in her core. 'Harder,' she gasped, and he obliged, pounding into her pussy with raw force, his balls slapping against her ass.

Sweat beaded on their skin, the room filling with the wet sounds of their fucking and her breathless cries. Arjun shifted, hooking her legs over his shoulders to drive deeper, hitting her cervix with each plunge. Himani's orgasm crashed over her first, her pussy spasming around him, milking his cock as she cried out, waves of ecstasy rippling through her.

He followed soon after, groaning her name as he pulled out and came on her stomach, hot ropes of cum painting her skin. They collapsed together, breaths ragged, the city lights twinkling beyond the window like distant stars. But as Arjun's hand idly traced patterns on her thigh, Himani sensed this Valentine's encounter might linger beyond the night— a spark of something more in his lingering gaze.