Meeting The Goddess

I quickly ordered Masood to retrieve the hidden cameras I had placed in the field earlier.

Masood was both shocked and uneasy as he looked at the hidden cameras. This was his own territory, and yet he hadn't noticed them, nor did he know who had placed them. His awe of me grew, but I found it unsettling. The way he looked at me as if I were some kind of ideal, disgusted me. What was I supposed to do with a man's admiration? It was so repulsive.

Just when Masood was lost in thoughts I took all the cameras with me and put them in my storage space. I ordered Masood to quickly arrange for my ID first.

Masood spoke in a respectful tone, "Don't worry, Sir. I'll have it done in an hour, at most." With that, he quickly commanded his minions to take care of the task and began making phone calls to ensure everything was in motion.

Since Masood had illegally occupied a large amount of estate, I simply asked him to provide me with the location of a bungalow where I could stay. After leaving my contact information with him, I flew towards the bungalow, staying high above the clouds to avoid being seen. When I reached the location, I descended and entered the bungalow. After enjoying the food I had ordered online, I started to plan my next move.

My target was clear: Hansitha. I quickly searched for information on the MLA in this area and found what I was looking for. I needed to act fast before Gana did. But how could I win her over?

Then, a thought struck me as I recalled a future plot: In the story, the parents of a rape victim sought help from Hansitha, but they lost the court case, and the rapist, Veerendra, was acquitted thanks to Dhanush's influence. To win her heart, I needed to make sure she won this case.

At the same time, I had to meet Janu before Gana did—if I wanted to secure her heart as well.

My thoughts were interrupted by a phone call. It was Masood.

"Sir, your car and documents are ready," he said.

I nodded, then replied, "Send them directly to the bungalow."

After waiting for a while, I heard the doorbell. I stepped outside and saw Masood himself, delivering both the documents and the car. I glanced at the documents, and everything seemed perfect. Then, my eyes fell on my first luxury car—a brand-new black Rolls-Royce Phantom, complete with the exclusive 0001 number plate. I couldn't help but admire it; the car was stunning, and I instantly grew fond of it.

"Sir, by tomorrow, the TV news channel and newspaper company will be in your hands," Masood said respectfully, waiting for my next instruction.

"That's good," I replied, satisfied with his update.

Then, I turned to Masood and said, "Pay close attention to Jaya Prakash, Janu's father. Also, keep a close track on Gana and Dhanush. I need to know their every move."

I instructed Masood to gather information on Veerendra. He must have committed the rape by now, and I expected him to seek help from Dhanush. I needed to stay ahead of them.

After giving Masood a series of detailed instructions, I asked him to hire the best team of lawyers to convert all his illegal estates into legitimate ones. "And," I added, "change the name of all your businesses to Vlad Enterprises. I need an imposing identity here."

Then, I gave him another crucial task: "Make a donation of ₹100 crore to each of the opposition parties. Dhanush's father is the current CM, and if I want to challenge the ruling party, I need to have the other parties in my pocket."

I reached for my mobile and transferred ₹1000 crore to Masood, ensuring he had the resources to carry out all the tasks I had assigned to him.

Masood stood there, stunned by the sudden transfer, but I didn't pay him any more attention. I was already focused on my next move.

"Sir, I will get it done by tomorrow," Masood quickly replied, eager to reassure me.

With that, he left. I used my telekinesis to close the door behind him, then walked to my room to sleep, preparing for the challenges the next day would bring.

The next morning, I woke up, took a quick shower, and made myself a cup of tea in the kitchen using my telekinesis. While sipping it, I picked up my smartphone to check the latest news. I was pleased to see a headline stating that Vlad Enterprises had acquired a TV news channel and was rapidly becoming an emerging estate empire. There were several positive reports from various news outlets as well.

I couldn't help but praise Masood's efficiency in handling everything. He had truly delivered.

I changed the appearance of my clothes into a simple yet sharp outfit—a crisp white shirt, blue jeans, and matching shoes—then grabbed the keys to my new Rolls-Royce Phantom. Starting the car, I headed toward Hansitha's office. As I drove, I noticed the car was equipped with a VIP siren, allowing me to move freely without any restrictions.

I decided to take full advantage of this. Pulling out my phone, I called her office and scheduled an appointment to meet Hansitha under the name of Vlad Enterprises. This meeting was going to be crucial.

I arrived at Hansitha's office, parked the car, and made my way inside. The receptionist greeted me as I approached the front desk.

I calmly asked, "I'm here for an appointment with Ms. Hansitha. It's under the name Vlad Enterprises."

Maybe I was looking too good because the receptionist started stuttering a little when she saw me. "Si...r, Ma'am (Hansitha) will be free to meet you soon," she said, her voice shaky. Without another word, she quickly ran inside Hansitha's room, a nervous, almost shy expression on her face.

I waited patiently at the reception, and after a short while, the receptionist returned. "Sir, Ma'am is free now. You can go in," she said, her voice still a bit tentative. I nodded and made my way toward the door, ready for the meeting with Hansitha.

I knocked gently on the door before entering Hansitha's room. Almost instantly, I heard a pleasant and charming voice from inside, "Please come in."

As I entered the room, my gaze immediately fell on a stunning woman sitting at the desk. She was dressed in a light-colored saree, her long black hair cascading over her shoulders. I was instantly mesmerized, unable to take my eyes off her. She was the first goddess I had ever come into contact with, and in that moment, I felt a deep sense of nostalgia. This was the woman I had always dreamed of meeting, the goddess who had been a constant presence in my fantasies.

I snapped back to my senses and quickly turned my attention to her. She was still engrossed in reviewing some documents, completely focused on her work. I made my way to her desk, and just as I reached it, I heard her voice again.

"Please take a seat," she said, without lifting her head from the papers, her focus unwavering.

As I sat down, I noticed she quickly set aside the document and lifted her head to look at me for the first time. There was a brief moment where I could tell she was mesmerized, perhaps even shocked by my appearance. But, just as quickly, she regained her composure. I reminded myself that she was an MLA—focused and professional—so it was unlikely that she would let herself be distracted by something as trivial as my looks.

"Hello, Ms. Hansitha. It's a pleasure to finally meet you," I said, my voice calm and confident, as I took a seat across from her, studying her closely.

"Likewise," she replied, her tone steady but with a hint of curiosity. She didn't break eye contact, studying you just as closely. "I've been looking forward to this meeting."

She adjusted a few papers on her desk, her posture poised and confident. It was clear she was no stranger to such encounters. "What can I do for you today?" she asked, leaning slightly forward as if to invite the conversation to begin.

"I'm here to meet you because, as you know, I've started acquiring a lot of real estate in your area," I began, keeping my tone respectful yet firm. "I thought it would be a good idea to meet the local MLA. I've gone through the reports, and I must say, your work here is commendable. The charity for women's associations and the city cleaning program you've started—it's all very well done."

I paused, watching her reaction closely, aware of how important this moment was.

She listened intently to my compliment, and I could see the genuine happiness in her eyes. Many people around her only acknowledged her because of her father, and few ever recognized the actual work she had done. So, when someone complimented her, not for her looks but for her contributions, it made her feel truly appreciated. I could sense that my words had made an impact, and in that moment, I had created a favorable impression on her.

Ms. Hansitha nodded thoughtfully, a small smile playing at the corner of her lips. She seemed to appreciate the acknowledgment, leaning back slightly in her chair as if reflecting on my words. "Thank you," she said, her tone warm yet composed. "I take pride in those initiatives, but they're part of a much larger effort to improve the community." Her voice held a mix of humility and resolve as if she genuinely believed in the impact of her work.

"You can call me Hansitha, instead of Ms. Hansitha," she said, her smile warm and inviting.

I returned the smile, feeling the shift in the atmosphere. "You can call me Vlad, as all my friends do," I replied, keeping my tone light and friendly.

Of course, here's a version where she agrees to dinner:

Ms. Hansitha's eyes twinkled for a moment, a smile curling at the corners of her lips. She seemed to consider your invitation for a beat longer than expected before responding.

"I must admit, I wasn't expecting that," she said, her voice playful but still grounded in professionalism. "But I think a change of setting could be nice."

She sat up a little straighter, her smile more genuine now. "Dinner sounds like a good idea. I'm always open to hearing new perspectives—especially over a good meal. How about tomorrow evening?"

I was pleased to hear her agree to my dinner invitation.

"Then, I'll pick you up tomorrow at 8:00 p.m.," I replied without hesitation, a confident smile on my face. I quickly asked her for her contact information, ensuring everything was set for the evening.

Ms. Hansitha nodded, a small but genuine smile crossing her face as she reached for her phone. She quickly typed in her number and handed the device over to you.

"8:00 p.m. it is," she confirmed, her tone light but with a hint of professionalism still present. "I look forward to it. I'll make sure to choose a place where we can talk without distractions."

She paused, her eyes meeting yours with a brief flicker of amusement. "And just so you know, I'm not easily impressed by fancy restaurants. I'd prefer somewhere that has good food over good decor."

With that, she quickly saved your number, then stood up, offering you a handshake once again. "I'll see you tomorrow, then," she added, her voice steady and confident as she wrapped up the meeting.