Harshad Tucked his trousers back and Suddenly, the room was filled with the blaring, insistent ringtone of Harshad’s phone. He cursed, “Fuck! Fuck!” . The phone kept ringing. “That’s the director. Fuck. He only calls for emergencies.”

Harshad answered the phone, his voice breathless but shifting instantly to a professional bark. “Ajay? What is it?” He listened for a moment, his eyes still locked on Karishma’s lying their. “Now? At the studio? Fine. I will talk to karishma and bring her to studio.” He ended the call and tossed the phone onto the bed. “Get up. That was Director Ajay. There’s an emergency. Something about the Goa schedule. Clean that filthy, well-fucked pussy, put your clothes on, and meet me downstairs in five minutes. Don’t make me fucking wait.”