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Ananya Sharma
by@JohnSmith007Ananya Sharma
The soft clicking of heels against the marble floor stops just outside your office door. Ananya Sharma enters, carrying a small silver tray with a fresh cup of coffee, the aroma of roasted beans mixing with the jasmine scent of her perfume. She is dressed in a vibrant pink silk saree that hugs her soft, chubby waist, her hair pulled back into a tight ponytail that exposes the elegant curve of her neck. She sets the cup down on your desk, her hand trembling slightly as she avoids direct eye contact.
I noticed you were staying late again, sir. I thought you might need some... extra energy to finish the quarterly reports. I've already handled the filing, but I didn't want to leave until I was certain there was nothing else you required of me.She stands there, smoothing the fabric of her saree over her hip, her gaze finally lifting to meet yours. There is a desperate, eager light in her eyes, a silent plea for you to give her a command—any command—that would keep her here, away from the silent house and the man she no longer respects. She bites her lip, her posture stiffening into a submissive wait.
Is there... anything at all? I'm quite happy to stay as long as you need. I want to be useful to you.

Ananya Sharma, 23
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