Mr Husband Work Hard

Trap for Rastogis

"Although I debuted in France...back in the days when I appeared on the runway, I got to know a lot of European and American supermodels: Heidi, Wengna and others. The editor of the American Royal Magazine was also my mentor for half a month. However, they may not remember me now. Back then no one knew my Indian name - they knew me as Kira," Pratiksha explained calmly.

Hearing Pratiksha mention the names of famous European and American personalities, Sudiksha and Nancy blinked their eyes in surprise.

"I know Siya Rastogi wants to get rid of me as soon as I'm of no use and is using me to boost Payal. Especially now that I'm in the US, she thinks I stand no chance."

"Hmmph, shameless!" Sudiksha grunted.

"I'm also familiar with the editor of the American Royal Magazine. Would you like to catch up with your mentor?" Moksh, who had been quiet for a while, suddenly asked.

"Moksh, I've said it before, I don't want you helping me."

"Just treat it as a private get-together," Moksh smiled while one side of his perfect face shone charmingly under the sun.

"Hmmm...OK," Pratiksha nodded. Of course, she would never have expected, this private get-together would end up being the deciding factor in the fight between her and Payal.

Moksh owned his own manor in the US, so there was no need to stay in a hotel. The pure American-style rooms were warm and cozy - more comfortable than any hotel suite. As it was a bit far from the Secret Headquarters, Moksh had already instructed Kunal to find out the schedule for Secret.

Kunal was well prepared, he even knew what time they would be having dinner. Pratiksha found this very impressive, while Sudiksha and Nancy couldn't help but to reflect on themselves.

After having a quick shower, Pratiksha stood by the window and looked out. At this time, Moksh approached her wearing a black robe - his black hair was dripping wet with water.

Pratiksha naturally took the towel out of his hands, stood on her tiptoes and started to dry the beads of water from his hair. Meanwhile, Moksh stared at her with a serious expression.

"What do you want? You are looking at me with so much focus..."

"I was thinking, since it's daytime, whether I should do something I shouldn't..." Moksh hooked onto Pratiksha's chin and gently kissed her on the lips - their tongues danced together. Afterwards, his soft lips slowly made it's way next to her ear as he whispered seductively, "On board the plane, I wanted to keep kissing you..."

Pratiksha glanced out the window, worried people outside would see them, however, she couldn't resist Moksh's teasing as she found herself losing control of her body. She was weak in his arms.

Their robes somehow found it's way onto the floor as they faced each other in their most vulnerable state. Losing control, they quickly found themselves on the soft bed.

Because the lighting was bright, Pratiksha could clearly see Moksh's figure - it was comparable to a Western model. His body was not thin and weak like a typical Asian man, his body was firm and built with perfectly sculpted muscles. His skin glowed a healthy bronze - seeing his body drove Pratiksha crazy...

Moksh was pleased to see her scanning his body - he too was impressed by hers.

Pratiksha's body met international model standards; perfectly proportioned at 178cm tall, with measurements that were just right and a beautiful pair of pale long slender legs, it was hard to resist temptation around her.

The two figures were like a pair of perfect bodies coming together; this was a gift from heaven and meant to be.

Moksh laughed, "If we keep our figures like this for the rest of our lives, our chances of divorce would be zero."

Pratiksha also responded with a laugh. She gently lifted her left hand and brushed Moksh's right ear, "I love this mole of yours the most, it's like you were born with an earring."

Moksh could no longer hold back his burning passion as he leaned over and pressed his lips against Pratiksha's. His warm palms also could not be controlled...

Pratiksha released a quiet moan of pleasure as she reciprocated by passionately kissing Moksh's ear.

The two continued affectionately. When they finally got tired, they embraced each other and fell asleep. After they woke up, they leaned against each other and whispered sweet words before affectionately doing what they wanted to do. Of course, as usual, they did not complete the last step of their intimacy, but Pratiksha still wished life like this would stand still - it was too perfect!

...

Meanwhile, Siya Rastogi was having dinner at the hotel with Vikrant and Payal. Seeing Payal acting cautious, she quickly said, "You shouldn't be so afraid of me."

"Siya di ..."

"I am indeed not satisfied with you, but regardless, you are my brother's decision. Since we will become a family soon, I will definitely be on your side." Siya Rastogi cut the steak in front of her and placed a piece in her mouth. She then glanced gently at Payal, "I know you and Pratiksha are like water and fire and Pratiksha is quite arrogant at the moment. Originally, because of what happened between you, I felt we owed her, but after the things she did recently, I feel like she is not worth the pity."

"The meeting with Secret will be at 8am tomorrow, but I have already told my assistant to tell her it is at 9am. Secret's editor hates people that are late, so...it's likely Pratiksha will be replaced tomorrow."

"But...wasn't the plan to have us attend the shoot together?" Payal didn't understand Siya Rastogi's actions.

"I only said you were shooting together to create a topic of discussion and take the focus off your scandal. Now that we are in the US, it's not like she is the only Asian model around. When the time comes, we can easily find another model to work with you," Siya Rastogi explained.

"Pratiksha's not going to give up..."

"This is the magazine's decision and has nothing to do with Rastogi. Once the shoot is over, your value will multiply. Whereas Pratiksha's career will suffer after people back at home find out about the cold reception she received here in the US. This ought to teach her a lesson."

Pratiksha had said it before, Siya Rastogi was the type of person that enjoyed controlling her artists. So the look Pratiksha had when she landed was enough to ignite Siya Rastogi's hatred. As if she wasn't going to find ways to make her suffer.

Payal looked at the two people backing her and felt like she was about to become a superstar. How could Pratiksha, who had nothing, compete with her?

Indeed, Nancy ended up being notified of the 9am meeting time by Siya Rastogi, but, Siya Rastogi had no idea, Moksh already had a precise schedule in his hands. So when Pratiksha saw there was a difference in the time, she could already guess what was going on.

"Pratiksha, it's obvious Rastogi wants to get rid of you, what should we do?"

"Since Siya Rastogi wants me to be late, I'll be early instead..." Pratiksha replied, "But, both of you better be mentally prepared; I may be replaced."

"I've been prepared a long time ago," Nancy responded, "At the same time, I have also prepared a way for you to get it back..."