She was twenty-five, of nice clear skin and mobile mouth, slender but well made, with black tresses flowing down to her shoulders, and radiant eyes filled with avid curiosity. Her fingers waltzed across the keyboard, as did the fingers of the 50 or so other programmers, sitting in neat rows carved across the spic and span ambiance of the long air-conditioned hall. The intercom on her table buzzed.
"Gauri, will you come to my office," said a voice over the wire.
Blood rushed to Gauri's face and her mouth went dry. Such was the effect that Miss Rita Mukherjee, the chief programmer in the department, always had on her.
"In a minute ma'am," Gauri uttered, in a flurry of excitement.
Rooms belonging to different executives of the company lined one side of the hall. One of these rooms belonged to Rita Mukherjee. Gauri pushed the wooden door and entered, her pulse quickened as her eyes feasted on her boss's perfect form. Head crowned with jet black hair falling in locks over the forehead, clear dark eyes agile as that of a child, a patrician nose followed by a pink mouth that was a perfect cupid's bow, Rita Mukherjee was an immensely noticeable figure. Only someone with heart of gold could have a face like this! Gauri sighed at the thought.
Miss Rita Mukherjee indicated a chair and without wasting another moment began taking Gauri through a file open in the laptop lying on the table. Though she pretended to be normal, deep inside, Gauri reeled under desires that her infatuated mind conjured. What if she raised her finger and touched Rita on the arm? What if she brushed her hand across Rita's neck?
"Do you understand what changes I want you to make in the program," said Rita, after the demo on the laptop was complete.
"Yes ma'am," uttered Gauri.
"When you are done making the changes, let me know."
"Fine ma'am," said Gauri.
Returning to her place in the hall she slipped down on the chair and took a deep breath. Being in love is tough enough, but being in love and too shy to do anything about it - there is nothing thornier than that. Oh could she ever dare to unveil her true feelings to her boss! What alternative did she have expect suffering in silence, and sinking deeper and deeper into the world of fantasies that her infatuated mind never ceased to weave. A favorite fantasy was the one where Rita summons Gauri to her cabin at office. In the fantasy Rita is her usual cold self as she takes Gauri through a computer program open on her laptop. Both women are on their feet and leaning to look at the laptop and Gauri's head is barely an inch from Rita's ample breasts.
Suddenly Rita stops talking about the program. Confused, Gauri looks at Rita's face.
Her blood curdles when she hears Rita say, "Why are you looking at my tits?"
"No…I…I," stammers Gauri, caught completely off guard, at what was after all a valid accusation. Through the corner of her eye she had indeed been looking at Rita's breasts.
"I have been observing you for a long time, whenever you are in my company your eyes remain fixated on my breasts," Rita said sternly.
Embarrassed to death, Gauri turned to flee from the room. Rita realized that Gauri was about to leave, and she said, "You aren't going anywhere. Sit down."
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