After a deep kiss shilpa lay down on my left side lick my cheeks and Neelam come top on me and said " Vijay I want to tell you something"
I look at her nod to continue what she wants to say
Neelam take deep breath.... And say " Vijay last month I lost my job because my superior wife get jealous because of my beauty and she order my supperior to fire he couldn't help but have to fire me he apologize and give 6 months salary as compestation....
After saying this she took a deep breath And said again " After this I look through many companies but there is no job but God bless me he open a window
Last week as I was returning from a company I saw a woman was surrounded by 4 thugs And because of you the martial art you taught me I alone completely subdue them and hand over them to police..
AnThe Window God Opened
"Vijay, I want to tell you something."
I looked at her and gave a small nod — go ahead.
Neelam took a breath. The kind of breath that comes before something that has been sitting with a person for a while, waiting for the right moment to be released.
"Last month," she said, "I lost my job."
The words landed quietly. I didn't react yet — just listened.
"My superior's wife..." she paused, chose her words carefully, "she got jealous. Of my appearance. So she ordered him to let me go. He couldn't refuse her — he's a husband before he's a manager, I suppose. He apologized personally. Gave me six months salary as compensation." A small, dry almost-smile. "As if six months of money fixes six months of humiliation."
She took another breath and continued.
"After that I applied everywhere. Company after company. Nothing came through. For weeks, nothing." Her chin lifted slightly. "But then — God closed that door and opened a window."
I felt the anger arrive before I even fully processed what she'd said — that quiet, specific fury that comes not from something done to you, but from something done to someone who didn't deserve it.
Her superior's wife. Jealous. Of Neelam's beauty.
I looked at Neelam — really looked at her — and thought: who could blame the woman, honestly. Not for the firing, never for that, but for the panic that must have preceded it. Because Neelam in a room was not a subtle experience. That face — the perfect symmetry of it, the katila eyes, the golden hair catching whatever light was available as though it had a prior arrangement with it — was not something a person simply ignored and moved on with their day.
Neelam's beauty wasn't loud. That was almost the problem of it. It didn't announce itself or perform. It simply existed, with the calm, complete confidence of something that has always known exactly what it is. Like a winter sky — you don't decide whether to notice it. You just look up and there it is, and suddenly everything else feels slightly ordinary.
So yes. I understood the jealousy.
I did not excuse it. But I understood it.
I pushed the anger to the side and kept listening.
"Last week," Neelam continued, something shifting in her voice now — lighter, almost disbelieving even as she said it, "I was returning from another company. Another rejection. I was tired." She paused. "Then I saw a woman — surrounded by four men. Thugs. And I—"
She stopped. Glanced at me with an expression I recognized.
That particular look people give me when they're about to credit me for something they actually did themselves.
"Because of what you taught me," she said, "I handled them. All four. Subdued them and handed them over to the police."
I said nothing. Just looked at her with the specific expression I reserve for moments when I want someone to hear themselves clearly.
She caught it. Moved on.
"The woman — Vijay, you won't believe it." Now the disbelief was fully present in her voice. "It was Reka. The Reka. Bollywood. She thanked me privately, over dinner, and when she learned more about me—" Neelam straightened slightly, "she offered me a position. Her personal secretary."
The table went quiet for a moment.
"She's given me time to think. And so—" Neelam looked between me and Shilpa, something genuinely open in her expression, rare enough that it meant she actually wanted the answer, "I want both of your opinions. Honestly."
I leaned back slowly.
Looked at Shilpa once.
Looked back at Neelam.
And smiled — not the small, strategic kind, but the real one, the one that arrives without permission when something genuinely good has just been placed in front of you.
"Let's talk," I said. ....
Neelam still on top of me both of us look at Shilpa first becuase with just today deal with government there is not need to get a job but I know Neelam definitely reject this offer to slack off.
After a beat of silence, Shilpa leaned forward with that grin she gets when she knows something delicious.
"Neelam," she said, eyes bright, "let's be honest here. Since college — since college — I have personally listened to approximately four hundred hours of you talking about Rekha ji. Her eyes, her grace, her everything." She tilted her head with theatrical innocence. "And I distinctly remember a very specific conversation — more than once — where you said, and I quote, 'Shilpa, life would be perfect if she were just a little bit... like us.'"
Neelam's composure cracked immediately. A flush climbed her neck with impressive speed.
"Shilpa—"
"I'm just saying." Shilpa raised both hands in surrender, still grinning. "God didn't just open a window, Neelam. God opened a window, installed curtains, and left a welcome mat outside."
" And honestly Neelam just think about it how much it will be wonderful if our Vijay "with a naughty smile Shilpa also straddle on my face and her pink folower just above on my lips and with some leaning I kiss her clits giving full mucchess mua mua... Slurp....
" Also add her in our group "
Just listening about this I got excited
After laying back at her side Shilpa face turn my side with a wide grin kiss me and taste her flower nectar.
And now its my turn I look both at them and asked Neelam " What do you think you want her because what shilpa say I also agree just imagine with help of reka what types of stars we can't get "
Hearing this Neelam also look excited and give me a kisses on my chest and give me hickies
after a deep breath She also lay on my right side lick all of Shilpa slaiva from my Cheeks and mix with her saliva and spit on all my face and evenly apply all on my chest nipples.