Thread: Taming a Diplomat's Wife {{ whtbitch4u2own & nyunite2 }}

whtbitch4u2own said An Indian diplomat, Raj Mehta, was known amongst the politicians and foreign connections this country had. He personally would take a trip to different region of India and other countries, bringing them to a common ground so they can work together in a friendly yet professional and diplomatic manner. He wasn't that old, at the age of 33, he had done quite much more than many other Diplomats who came and went without actually anyone actually remembering their names because they didnt do much. Raj was most beloved and gaining popularity, he was known as the most eligible bachelor. Four years back, that title was snatched away when he married one of the top industrialist's daughter, Chitra Sen, now known as Chitra Sen Mehta now. Yes, she kept her last name after marriage which was unusual for their culture. But she was an independent and westernized girl. They've been married for little over three years now. Back then, she was just graduating from Cambrige University in UK where she studied finance and when returned home, she was married into like status family of Mehta's. She wanted to spend few years exploring different countries but that didn't happen obviously. She did visit different countries but with her husband than her just alone. Soon she started accompanying her husband on such trips, being his wing manwoman at prestigious functions. They had a house but barely spends four days a month in it since they are always up and about, traveling due to his diplomacy. At times, she travels with him and at times, she just ends up staying back to relax.... it's around those times, she feels the boredom killing her slowly. Unfortunately, their sex life's been taking a hit due to his busy schedule. Regardless, it's become mundane chore when they do end up in bed together making love. Most of times, he is tired and lack of energy so she ends up doing all the work. Fortunately, an American Ambassador was on a trip to India and Mehta's were supposed to be his host. That meant Deepika had to look after their guest if Raj had to step away on some occasion. In his honor, they've held a tea party...a fancy word where expensive drinks and wines were being served as well as tea. It was actually in the Tea garden of the historic building on the riverfront. Quite humongous that was only available for diplomats and likewise personnel. Hearing the news of his arrival, Raj rushed to the side entrance of the hall only to find him getting out a limo and walking towards the back entrance which led to the Tea garden. Most of the crowd was out in the back, chitchatting. YOU must be the new Ambassador! He said walking up to him, extending his hand for a shake. We are so glad to have you here in India. Please come in. I was just waiting for you. Raj turned on his heels to walk towards the garden, feeling inferior to the guy who stood tall with lean muscular muscular body. Click to expand... William L. Paterson III looked down at his notepad the paper kind, he preferred written notes to typed and reviewed the notes he'd taken on tonight's event. He felt a bit nervous, though he should not have been. At 34, he was no stranger to diplomatic functions. He'd finished an undergrad degree in international relations at Yale in 3 years, and had picked up a Phd in Asian history from Princeton in less time than any of his peers. All of this had made his had earned him a spot in the State Department as an expert analyst and he had spent the last 5 years traveling throughout the great cities of the East. Yet, he was new to his current position of authority. He hadn't so much earned his ambasadorship but instead received it through patronage. Robert's father was from an old money family that had been in the country since colonial times, and his dad was the respected head of the state's reigning political party. William L. Paterson II had gotten the current president a lot of votes in the last election, and the coveted post to India was quite a reward for the son. For William, the new job offered some excitement. It was more prestigious than analysis work. He loved Indian food and culture. He loved Indian women, though he hadn't bedded one since college. Actually, due to his hectic schedule, he hadn't bedded anyone in weeks, and hadn't had a real relationship in years. The limo stopped and he took one last look at the details for free-trade proposals, weapons deals, and military cooperation that he was supposed to discuss, but that would all come later. If there was one thing he'd learned with the State Department, it was that charm and hospitality counted for more than anything, so he folded up his notes and practiced a smile before stepping out of the vehicle and found the excited Indian ambassador there to meet him. Raj Mehta, he said with a warm smile and a firm handshake, thank you for hosting me. I'm looking forward to strengthening the partnership between our two great democracies. The Indian man was shorter than he, but seemed affable enough. They strolled through the fine space that played host to the gathering, which William remarked on. This certainly is a lovely little corner of your country, he quipped. I know we have much important business to discuss, but tonight, I think it's best we relax and socialize, right?