A heart rendering goodbye kiss

CW: Sexual content

A heart rendering goodbye kiss

My daily morning duty. I dropped our two girls off at school. It was a slightly stressful time as we always seemed to be running later. I was anxious to be at my desk. I was the senior manager in an electronic firm that had developed a much admired and sought after AI ( Artificial Intelligence) application. In fact I was responsible for developing the application. At the office our receptionist told me the President and CEO were wanting to see me. I took the elevator to top floor and was quickly ushered into the President office

“Ah, there you are Richard. Good morning. We are very interested in discussing an important matter with you.” The President was a tall man with a booming voice that gave off the impression of shelf assurance and decisive decision making. He had a kind face with a very engaging smile. He was greatly appreciated by the staff.

The CEO took over the discussion. “A medium seized company out of New Delhi is very interested in a partnership agreement with us concerning our AI application.

Our discussions lasted over an hour examining in detail the for and against a partnership with the India company. We all agreed a relationship of this nature could lead us to a gateway to eastern countries such as China and Japan. The conclusion was that before a final decision was made we would ask the Delhi company if they would accept a month's visit from our senior manager and creator of the AI application. Two days later we received a yes to the visit and to the gentleman in question, He would be a guest of the owner.

Great excitement from my two girls, my wife was less enthusiastic. Both of us had never traveled outside the confines of Europe. India from various authors like Kipling and Forester represented to us the period of the British Raj supported by many films and colourful books about India under British rule. I think it stirred up wild romantic notions in the young hearts of my daughters. The date of my departure was in two weeks. I had a lot of work ahead of me to prepare for the visit. Also I thought as I was to be the company owner's guest I should present myself well dressed. In May, a hot, dry month that would require summer light suits and silk shirts. The family came shopping with me.

Rohan Bedi, the owner, met me at the New Delhi airport. He was an older man that I had envisioned. As we shook hands I looked into a kind, smiling, brown, handsome face and dark eyes that showed two interesting signs. Determination and compassion. We left the airport in his chauffeur driven car. Rohan insisted we call each other by our christian names. During the drive he explained the programme for the next few days. He had a quite authoritative voice with a slight accent when speaking English.

“Richard, welcome. I understand it is your first time in India. No doubt it will be a daunting experience. But we will do our best to make you feel at home. Lodging. I have a guest house on the grounds of my property. It is at the back of the garden with a separate entrance. Rather than having you lodged in a hotel, I think it would be more convenient and comfortable if you stay there. The guest house has a full time maid and kitchen service.”

“It sounds delightful.”

“Tonight we will dine with my wife and daughter, my son Kavish is away travelling. Tomorrow I have set up a series of meetings at the company. You will find the programme in the guest house with names and responsibilities of the various participants. In the initial stage of your visit I suggest we meet for breakfast in my house at 8.00 and discuss topics of importance before proceeding to the factory. We have copied the English habit of no official work on Saturdays and Sundays. This Saturday I have asked my daughter to give you a guided tour of Delhi. My wife and I generally visit our parents on the weekend. They live about forty miles from where we live.”

The conversation then fell into talking about families. I was interested to learn that both his children worked in the company. His son was an engineer and his daughter was in marketing. Rohan was most interested to hear about our company in England and my role as the senior manager. Both companies were in the development and sale of large computer power that required innovative applications. As the development of AI was now an integral part of the future it was in this area their companies had a reason to examine a partnership.

We arrived in front of a huge door that opened up into a secluded property surrounded by a high walled garden with a large well appointed modern house and what was, no doubt, a guest house situated at the back of the garden.

“ Rohan, you live in style.”

“Richard, I was born in a very different circumstance. I suggest you go immediately to the guest house and relax for an hour. Come to the main house at seven for cocktails and dinner. The maid will be waiting for you. Her name is Ayra.“

I entered the guest house and was immediately welcomed by the smiling face of Ayra. I could see I would for the next months living in another world. English standards of living seemed very ordinary. A seven as I stepped into the entrance hall of the main house. I was confronted with a large magnificent Budda statue. Interesting, definitely a Hindu household. Rohan was there and ushered me in the drawing room. The room was large and perfectly proportioned. Eye-catching Indian silk wall paper covered the walls giving the room a sense of warmth and subtle colouring. Interesting paintings hung on the walls with various articles of beauty scattered throughout the room. At my request I was handed a gin and tonic. Still amazed by the extraordinary impression I had of the room I was just about to speak when his wife and daughter entered, both dressed in saris.

I have never seen in real life such elegant and beautiful women. Apart from the gorgeous saris which, in my opinion, is one of the most seductive garments man has invented. Both had black, long, cascading hair, dark mysterious eyes and brown smooth skin. I was introduced and when I touched the daughter's hand I felt a shiver of excitement rundown my spine. Her name was Kavita (jewel of the poet). From that moment on I had difficulty taking my eyes off her. She was like a Greek goddess with a powerful aura of completely seducing you. The dinner was one of the most memorable meals I have ever had or will have. Sitting across from a goddess, eating spicy tasty food, hear her laugh at my remarks about the food. I was transported into another part of the heavens. The drinks and conversation flowed as if we all had known each other for an extended period of time. When we finally embraced with a good night wish I felt deeply disappointed that all this merriment had ended. I went to bed intoxicated by Kavita perfume left on my suit after our short embrace.

At breakfast the next morning I complimented Rohan on the dinner and the extraordinary beauty of his wife and daughter. He told me there are many beautiful young women in India but he agreed his daughter was outstandingly beautiful. He then told me she was engaged to a young man from an excellent family. They both seem to be deeply in love. The young man has a serious medical problem and we are consulting doctors about a cure. At this news I felt a pang of jealousy which was totally ridiculous.

I spent the rest of the week with endless meetings and discussions on AI problems and considerations. Rohan had a solid company but his team lacked the sophistication of our English engineers. It soon became obvious he was anxious to go into partnership with us. The staff treated me with great respect. They sensed my company was probably a few years ahead with AI technology. I was the man that had the answers.

Saturday came. Kavita had left me a message in the guest house. She would come and pick me up at 10 o’clock. The bell rang. I opened the door. Gone was the sari, that intriguing seductive gown. She was dressed like a western young woman, jeans and white shirt with the shirt tails tied in a bow in front. She looked gorgeous with her perfume smelling like spring time flowers.

“Morning Richard, I hear you have made a great impression on the staff of my father’s company. Are you ready?”

“You have made a great impression on me. Yes I am ready.”

We spent a sunfilled day together visiting various points of interest, laughing, chatting about her parents, mine and her family, books, film’s, emotions that enter our daily lives and of course the delicate subject of politics and religions. I was also interested in knowing how young women grew up in Delhi. We finally arrived back at the guest house exhausted by walking, tasting different foods, and memorable moments. As she was about to leave she told me there was a family lunch tomorrow. My father asked me to invite you if you would like to come. I refused with thanks saying I had some work to catch up on.

“Then I will see you on Monday as you are scheduled to spend the day in the marketing department.”

As I bend down to give her a kiss on her check in thanks for a day situated somewhere between heaven and earth I said

“Your father told me you were engaged.”

She returned my kiss on her cheek with a quick and delicate kiss on my mouth.

The marketing meeting went well with Kavita playing a major role. She was dressed in what the Americans call a power suit with her hair tied in a bun at the back of her neck. She looked stunning. I asked a lot of questions and made two speakers. As the day finished in the early evening Kavita gave me a lift back to the guest house. She told me everybody had enjoyed the day. She now knows why I am greatly admired. In the car she asked if we could repeat our Saturday performance as she had something important to ask me. She also invited me for a family dinner at the house on Wednesday where I would meet her fiance.

She kissed me good night with the same delicate quick kiss on the lips.

On Wednesday the fiance proved to me more acceptable than I had thought. He was a well built young man with a healthy head of black hair. Regular features, with dark eyes that gave the impression he was intelligent and curious about things. He possessed a very pleasant sense of humour. In truth I could see clearly why Kavita was attracted to him. He had finished his education at Havard

and was now working in his father’s construction company.

I spent the following week in the company and started to prepare the presentation I would make to the board back in England. The days continued first with breakfast at the house with Rohan. Saturday at ten the door bell rang. As I crossed the room I thought how I was going to miss these Saturdays.. Today Kavita was dressed in jeans, a silk shirt of many colours partly covered over with a light blue blazar. If I had my wishes I would have taken her in my arms and kissed her. Even hearing her gentle, soothing voice sent a shiver down my back.

“I suggest we go to the Delhi Heritage Flower and food market first. Then I will invite you to a quiet restaurant where I want to ask you something. After a pleasant visit we found ourselves sitting side by side in her quiet restaurant. I was slightly intoxicated by her perfume. Before she asked her question we joked about a few things and had a good laugh. As the coffee was being served she turned to me.

Did you approve of my fiance?

Yes, I can see why you are attached to him.

“We are planning to marry in three months' time but there is a major problem that concerns me and my parents. They won’t give us their blessing until we have found a cure for my fiance's embarrassing medical problem. For the last two years he is incapable of having an erection. We have seen numerous doctors and specialists without any result. Before I ask you my question I want you to promise our conversation will have no repercussions on any possibility of a partnership with your firm.”

“I promise.”

“Richard, in the short time we have known each other I have become extremely fond of you. You are my sort of man. I am going to be very direct. At present I am at the right time of my monthly period. Would you be prepared to seduce me?I cannot marry the man I truly love if there is no chance of having a child and my parents' blessing. It's an incredible request but in some strange way I would feel proud to have a child with you. I would go to my marriage bearing a child. My husband will of course know. Two specialists we consulted did in fact bring up the subject. They said that they had experienced some impotent men experiencing having a baby in the house had stimulated a reaction that produced erections. My future husband said he would be prepared to seriously contemplate such a solution.

“Kavita, you are asking me to take a decision that has long term considerations. I feel like you. I have found in you a soul mate. Apart from you being the most beautiful woman I have ever met. Over the last few days I have come to realize your beauty does not stop at the exterior vision but extends to your spirit and soul. If I were to agree, what are you proposing?

“Next weekend I propose we go and visit the Taj Mahal, a mausoleum built in 1631 by Shah Jahanin, 5th Mughal emperor to glorify the love for his wife. I know of an excellent hotel nearby where we can have dinner and stay overnight. I suggest if you agree you come to breakfast on Monday with a handkerchief in your suit's top pocket.”

“Kavita, I certainly need Sunday to think about it. Give me a kiss to encourage me. The kiss was longer than I expected and disturbing by its passion with the intertwining of our tongues

Saturday night was spent in recurring nightmares and hours of staring at the ceiling. Sunday found me often just sitting in a chair contemplating all the ramifications of making love to her. Monday I went to breakfast with a handkerchief in my suit’s top pocket.

Kavita and I check into a luxury hotel within walking distance from the Taj Mahal. As it was evening and the sun was about to set. We quickly inspected our room which was a perfect setting for later that night. We walked to the Taj Mahal and just in time to capture its magnificent profile in the setting sun. I never imagined a man made building could stir up such powerful emotions of peace and love. Even without thinking I turned to Kavita and passionately kissed her. The whole setting would always be my most treasured memory.

When we returned to the hotel Kavita suggested I go to the bar while she went up to our room to change. She would be down in twenty minutes. The bar was quite crowded. I selected a corner seat and sat nursing a gin and tonic. The imagery of the Taj Mahal's exceptional beauty had left me with a feeling of profound admiration for India and its people. Suddenly there was a steer amongst the people in the bar. All heads were turned to the entrance. Kavita was there looking to find me. She looked like a princess dressed in a white sari embroidered with a golden motif.

When she came to my table. I gave her a gentle kiss on the cheek and said.

“I think we should go back to our room…. at speed”

“Later, I feel hungry.”

Later, I had the divine pleasure of undressing a woman in a sari. Most of the night we made passionate love. We finally fell asleep when the first sign of dawn filtered through the curtains. Hours later we went down to the restaurant. All the breakfast offerings had long since disappeared. So we asked for sandwiches and ate them in front of the Taj Mahal. The end to a perfect weekend.

Two days later I had decided to leave earlier than expected. The next day I was on a flight to London with a brief case full of plans for a possible partnership. In parting I had embraced all the family and given each one of them a present with my gratitude. In Kavita's case I gave her an up and coming young artist's rendering of the Taj Mahal followed by a delicate, heart rendering goodbye kiss.

A month later I received a beautiful addressed envelope stamped from India. Inside was a wedding invitation requesting the present of Mr and Mrs Richard Walton. My wife's reaction was a state of excitement.

“No man should have a secret from his wife- she invariably finds it out.” Oscar Wilde

David Nutt November 2025