Pretty Woman (Mystery Unfolds)

By Md Taslim

While writing this letter, the very thought of your warm breath, soft lips, and slender warm velvety body has intoxicated me. My heart is pounding hard and is trying to come out of my rib cage.

What has happened to my heart I do not know, but it is all because of you? I wish to sing....

My innocent heart what has happened to you
Your cure lies in the hands of Madam.
You are restless; she is helpless.
Who knows how this issue will be solved.
Hello Madam
Greetings!

How did you like my soft blow?

It was a minor incident just to show you my might, nothing but for making Thomas your spy. It was a result of trying to deceive me and thinking me a fool. I had no other better option. I am helpless because of my heart; you are helpless from your habit.

I wanted you to believe that what I can do. For this reason, I presented an ordinary sample to you.

I hope you will understand. I have an ability to clip the wings of a flying bird. You were trying to move from one tree trunk to another, but I have an ability to move from one leaf of a tree to another. Don't be angry. This was necessary.
Madam,

You are slaves of your habit. You are helpless of your habit. Perhaps, it is your habit. You understand yourself intelligent and think others just an idiot.

You are not just beautiful but cunning too.

Madam, you took my desire for you as my weakness.

It is true, the moment I look at you my heart pounds fast in an uncontrolled fashion. A strange fire fills in me. For some time, my mind stops to think anything other than you, nothing but you. Your intoxication spreads over me. Your glow, your velvety warm body melting in my arms, these thoughts flow through my veins like lava. Your sensuous waist coils like a snake around me. Your sweet voice and your eyes cast a spell on me. I feel as if you have come from the heavens; it makes me crazy just as your foolishness have made me crazy.

Anyway, you should not show your intelligence. The matters you wrote in your letter were false. I would have taken it on face value if Thomas would not come with you. On one hand, you extend your friendship whereas on other hand you try to befool me. What a game you played? Hats off to you Madam?

Anyway, now let's see what happens next.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Md Taslim
• Release date: Jul 31, 2017
• ISBN: 9781370889464

Md Taslim

Md. Taslim is a retired General Manager from Coal India who also happens to be a law graduate. He hails from a small town called Supaul in Bihar, which lies on the border of Nepal. He believes that life is a beautiful gift wherein all the experiences we encounter make it ever more beautiful and astounding. This process of learning something new each day has inspired him to write. Life is a celebration but it depends on individual's choice of sugar in a cup of Tea/Coffee. Quad Lamhe, Ek Aurat, Bade Saheb,Frozen Moments and Pretty Woman are his earlier books.

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Pretty Woman (Mystery Unfolds)

Md Taslim

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About the Author

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Acknowledgements

I am really indebted to my friends who inspired me to get it published.

I am really indebted to my friends and well wishers

.

I am indebted to my readers who liked this book. It is my readers who inspire me to write.

Md Taslim

Prologue

There was a news that one woman was accused of watching blue film with one computer operator in her office.

This news inspired me to write this book

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All characters are fictitious. Any resemblance with alive or dead will be mere coincidence nothing else.

Hope you will like it.

Md Taslim

Pretty Woman (Mystery Unfolds)

Handing the phone over the Inspector, the superintending engineer said, Please hold, our boss is on the line.

Sir, the general secretary of a union has accused Rakesh, a computer operator and Mrs Dalvi for watching a blue film together in a closed office. He has complained that they were having the blue film stored on a floppy disk. I have apprehended Rakesh and Mrs Dalvi. I have taken floppy disks in my possession. I want to keep these floppies in a safe place here itself as I do not want to take the floppies with me. I will take up this matter only when you will be back on duty because they are attached with your office.

Mrs Dalvi was around 30 years old, a fair, slender, beautiful, and educated woman. She had studied up to the degree level. After completing degree, her parents arranged her marriage. She has two children. Her son is four years old, and the daughter is of two years. Her husband died about eight months back and her job application on a compassionate ground was sent to the company headquarter two months ago.

Her husband was a compounder and General Secretary of a union. The present general secretary of the union was a deputy general secretary at his time. He made this complaint against her.

What often happens because of an alcohol addiction, happened to Dalvi? One day Dalvi became ill. His condition kept on worsening day by day. They took him to Nagpur, where on just his third day in hospital, he had stopped breathing. Alcohol took his life. His body was brought to Saoner, his hometown for final rites.

Sinha had taken care of the reins of the union.

The Union's Area President and Sinha were of the same caste. He was a soft-spoken person, well versed with the laws, connected to workers and had a good knowledge of rules of the company,

Two months after Dalvi's last rites, Mrs Dalvi came back to her project's residence. People expressed their sympathy. The people of her husband's union helped her to get the dues of her husband from her husband's company. In this matter, Sinha was a real help. He helped her a in withdrawing money from Dalvi's Provident Fund and Pension scheme but had not forgotten to receive his remuneration for his work. As far as Sinha was concerned, he always considered it a sin to offend Lakshmi ji. Who could refute this eternal truth?

Wherever she had to go for work, Sinha went with her. In this way, Sinha became infatuated with her beauty, and in his heart of hearts, he became enamored with her. It was the magic of her beauty that Sinha spent his free time talking with her.

Sinha's wife belonged from an elite family. In no perspective was she less beautiful than Mrs Dalvi, but she was healthy and figureless, but despite being the mother of two children, Mrs Dalvi appeared in every way unmarried. Her beautiful eyes and chiseled figure were magical. Sinha's attraction was just the natural attraction of a man for a beautiful woman.

After receiving her husband's money, her employment application on compassion ground was sent to the company headquarter. During her paper work for employment, Sinha went with Mrs Dalvi to the Area Office. To spend more time with her, Sinha tried to stretch one day's work into two or three days.

During this period, her elder brother was living with her and looking after her children. Despite the presence of her elder brother, Sinha's meetings used to continue till late at night. Many times, Mrs Sinha used to ring Mrs Dalvi as her husband used to stay late at night.

It often happened. Deep inside, Mrs Sinha had huge grudge towards her husband's behavior but she never spoke a word.

They were living just one quarter away.

Well, after three months Sinha took forty thousand rupees in the name of the office expense and sent her papers for her employment on compassionate ground to the headquarter. After this, her elder brother went back to his home, and she lived with her two children in her quarter.

Mrs Dalvi had a strange habit of winking her left eye while speaking, of which she was unaware. It looked as if she was deliberately winking her left eyes. Her way of talking often instigated people to take it in a wrong perspective. When her husband was alive, it was then a different time. But after his demise, people took it in a different perspective; they thought of her as a woman of easy virtue.

Her habit of winking while talking had awoken an unknown desire among the married men of the colony. Due to this, the married people searched for opportunities to talk to her with an overwhelming desire to offer her help. She misinterpreted the help as a respect for her late