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I made my way down the staircase, each step echoing faintly through the hall like a reminder that I didn't quite belong here anymore.

As I saw everyone, the stiff expressions of my family already settled into their seats.

But coincidentally everyone looks perfectly arranged, or we say, 'sab talwe chaatne ko tayyar'.

I slipped into my seat directly across from my father.

He didn't smile, not even out of formality. He just met my gaze, steady and assessing, as if he were counting the flaws on my face one by one. I held his stare anyway. Who is scared of him? Not me for sure nor do I want his assets.

The long mahogany table could seat sixteen. Tonight, only eleven of us occupied it, leaving empty chairs like quiet ghosts around us.

Today is my father's birthday.

The dinner started and their conversations droned around me: shares, business, investments, petty rivalry wrapped in polite tones.

Not one of them could go to a single dinner without calculating someone else's downfall.

I started my dinner too.

I'd slipped into a red gown with a high slit, and a tiny thong underneath. As I shifted in my seat, the slit brushed cold against my leg. And my heels, honestly a terrible choice who were already biting into my toes and ankles.

But it wasn't the heels bothering me the most, it was the thong. I quietly slid it off under the table, finally letting my pussy to breathe, easing the discomfort building between my thighs. A small victory in a room full of people pretending to be satisfied with their lives.

I continued my dinner and I took a sip of the red wine.And as I was hearing them all talk about their personal profit or you can say everyone is busier, to get down some shares than the other sibling.

Oh I forgot to introduce myself!

I'm Anuska Kapoor. I'm 28 years old and I am a self-made millionaire. I work for an estate business and the rest... let's call it the dark water beneath the iceberg.

After all selfmade millionaire at such an age is a myth if you don't enter the illegal world and one is dirty money.

I have two older sisters and one elder brother. I am the youngest daughter of the family and most spoiled.

To put it simply, I consider myself an orphan in this household. My mother died before I ever formed a memory of her and my father then married his divorced ex-girlfriend.

Due to this situation, I was the only child who didn't receive adequate, proper care or instruction in manners.

I owe my upbringing entirely to nannies.

My siblings and I have an age difference of about 14 years. Most importantly, my brother is an illegitimate child, the son my father had with his ex-girlfriend before marrying my mother.

The Family trees here grow like tangled weeds. Today, all of them are married and present at this dinner with their partners.

Looking at their faces I lost my appetite.

So boring I know.

I was just mindlessly pushing my food around with a fork when I registered a presence right under my table.

I was sitting quite a bit away from the others and checking my phone from time to time under the table.

But then I felt someone there; I made sure not to stir up the situation and the last thing I wanted was for the attention to shift to me.

Before I could look down who was it under, that person's hands pressed on my thighs and spread my legs apart. 

I jerked up a little not obvious to others.

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