The manager's obsession

I was standing in my manager's cabin along with my five member team. I was their team leader. The atmosphere of the cabin was not good as my team had been performing low for a couple of months. Handa sir, our manager sat behind the desk, tapping his fingers on the table. He was in his mid forties. He hardly had any hair on his head. He had a dark brown skin and almost weighed 90 kgs. His belly was poking out of his belt.

"Everyone, out," he ordered.

Neha opened the door and she walked out of the cabin along with the team. I was too leaving but he stopped me.

"Arjun."

I stopped holding the door handle. I turned around.

"Yes sir."

He asked me to stay. I closed the door and came before his desk. He laid back and sat in a relaxed manner.

"Sit."

I pulled the chair and sat before him. He hummed.

"Gaurav's team is ahead of you."

I nodded.

"I know sir."

"Ansari has put his resignation to the HR. The post of the sales manager will be vacant by next month."

He added, "And it's in my hand whom should I promote to the post."

"Yes sir."

"What do you think? Who should be the sales manager of our branch?"

"Sir, it's obvious," I said, "Gaurav is the best contender."

"Why?"

"Because he and his team is performing well."

"Don't you want to become the sales manager?"

"Sir, I want to, but how can I?"

"I'll promote you to the post."

"Sir, are you serious?"

He nodded.

"I won't be joking in this tense situation."

"Sir, really?"

He bend forward, resting his elbows on the table.

He asked, "Is Veena at home?"

"Sir, Mami?"

"Yes, I am talking about your mami. Is she at home or not?"

"Yes sir. She stays with me."

He laid back and folded his hands.

"Good. I am coming to your house this Sunday for lunch. Tell her about the program."

"Sir, how would I?"

"I don't know. Just convince her anyhow. If you want to stay in the job, you've to do so."

I didn't speak for a while.

He said, "Don't think much about it Arjun, it's your safety net. If you won't, then Gaurav will become Sales Manager and he'll keep taunting you for your performing."

I nodded.

I walked out of the cabin. Handa was a creep guy. Neha, the most non hardworking girl of the branch, was in my team. She was still surviving the job without providing results for two years not because she was efficient, but because she gave the favours to Handa multiple whenever he wanted. I knew how Handa knew my Veena mami.

Three Weeks Ago, Handa's home was decorated with balloons and props as it was his daughter's ninth birth anniversary. He heard the doorbell. He opened the door. I was standing at the door carrying a giftbox. My mami was standing beside me. Veena Mami, she is one of the most innocent and beautiful woman and soul you would ever meet in the world. She has long, thick and silky hair that adds to her allure. She has fair white skin complexion like a milk. She has facial features much sharper that the modern Bollywood actress couldn't achieve even after multiple surgeries. She has a slim and toned physique thanks to her genetics. And the most important, she always stays simple and a smile always stays on her face that adds to her grace and charm. She is in her mid thirties but still looks like she has just passed out her college. Even after her marriage she is still the dream woman for a lot of men. Handa was also one of them. She was wearing a blue patiala salwar suit. I knew how Handa would react after seeing her. During the whole party he kept staring at my mami. He was standing in the living room carrying a wine glass in his hand. While shaking the glass he kept staring at her while she was talking to other female invitees.

Veena Mami also performed a solo dance in front of everyone on the song, 'DILBAR DILBAR'. It looked like she owned the song and whenever I used to hear the song, I could only imagine her instead of Nora Fatehi. Everyone was in awe while seeing her performance. I noticed Handa was recording her dance with his phone camera. Everyone in the room clapped and whistled to praise. She blushed after getting the praise.

Handa sat on the couch with his colleagues, having drinks. I stood behind him, talking to Neha. We were having cold drinks.

I said, "Actually my mama had to shift to New York after his marriage. My mami used to stay alone that's upon his request I shifted here."

"Doesn't he come to India?"

"Well, he usually comes at the end of the calendar year, majorly in December, when the company grants him vacation. But he hardly stays for a week."

Handa listened to our conversation and smirked upon learning that my mama doesn't live with us. The same night, he sat in the bedroom before his laptop. He somehow found mami's profile on the Facebook. Since that day he kept stalking her profile in which she had uploaded hundreds of her photos in which she was wearing, salwar kameez, kurti, saree, jeans. She looked stunning in all of them. Handa downloaded all her pics from the Facebook profile. He looked at his wife who was sleeping beside her. He carried the laptop, got off the bed, walked out of the bedroom and locked the door from outside. He sat on the couch and played the slideshow of Veena Mami's pics in the laptop. He breathed heavily. He pulled his pant down, held his dick and jerked off. He paused the slideshow at a photo in which she was wearing a black saree with sleeveless blouse. He zoomed in only to focus on her smiling face and her cleavage. He groaned while jerking off and ejaculated on the laptop screen. He rested his head on the back of sofa, breathing, relaxing himself.