Adultery Love Sex And War Part 1 : Age Of Darkness

[Akashkhan0672]

Waiting bro

[Harry Jordan]

                                                                                                                                            CHAPTER 16

While Sonarika went through her own conflicts in these few days. Hemant was preparing for one , he was in his factory early morning for the day , converting the backyard of the factory into an outdoor gym.Hemant stopped going to WFLF due to inconvenience in this scheduling. Plus with a wide space here in the backyard  , he had more freedom and more liberty to workout. He revised his old parkour skills , remembering some of the high octane moments from his past. The life he lived at the edge of the line.


As he went through his rigorous workout , the shades of the past flashed before him , but this time it no longer haunted him. But there was something else that made him add more intensity to his workout today. Because yesterday , Tamanna confronted him when she learned he threatened Sandeep.

"HOW DARE YOU!"

"Look I can explain"

"I don't need your explanation Hemant. You don't get to decide who I see or who I meet"

"That is not what I did"

"Enough Hemant , stay away from my life , goodbye!"

She walked away after a confrontation like that in public. He felt embarassed but he's been used to being shamed in public like that. What hurt him the most was Tamanna coming in defense of Sandeep of all people. He went out his anger , imagining Sandeep's stupid face in the boxing bag , changing its shape into a rouch caricature. Once the anger was vented out , Hemant turned his attention to his duties for the day.

Hemant was focused and with determination as he prepared for his meeting with Simon Nadar. He has made a custom suit wardrobe at the spare rest room near the manager's office in his HQ. Hemant went through the paperwork , looking at all the details. His mind was locked on the ICL and RegalCorp along with a site image of the container ship Kohinoor. He understood Simon wasn't some random ally of Siddharth. He has a close tie to the entire RegalCorp , a tactical mistake from their side sending their best man to him from the getgo which helped Hemant understand the whole thing quicker.

Simon arrived at the correct time , his Mercedes showing his stature. Simon Nadar had that elite look , despite being a South Indian , his attire and presentation showing the western influence with well polished spiky haircut and a regular gym going body. Him dressed in a polo shirt along with a grey blazer coat added much to his regal look. He removed his aviators and shook Hemant's hand , his smile had the charm and stare of an opportunist businessman. Without wasting time , Hemant went into his presentation , giving in very detail what his alignment knot is and what are all the feasibilities it can provide. 

Simon listened to each of his words , he also saw the focus and drive in Hemant's demeanor. How he handles everything like a professional. To him it was surprising , because Hemant wasn't behaving like an up and coming businessman , he was actually behaving like some veteran , someone who has done several deals like this before. When the presentation was done and Hemant led Simon through the factory showcasing every provisions and equipments he has for manufacture.

Simon noticed another section of the factory enclosed. Before he could move there , Hemant stopped him.

"Sorry Simon , that is the Defense Section. Strictly confidential , a military project is being developed there for the Indian Army. And only me and IA personnals have exclusive access."

Simon was very much intrigued by Hemant and his handling of his business. And he was slowly becoming a fan seeing how committed and focused he is on everything.

"Let me tell you Hemant. I am impressed , very impressed"

Hemant thrived in the appreciative words from him. 

"For a upcoming businessman like you , to grow up so fast. You really have a unique talent of your own. And now I would like to see how much well talented you are. From my end , its a yes. It will be my honor to do business with you"

"I appreciate it Mr.Nadar"

"Please call me Simon. Skip the pleasentries from now on. Because all things considered , we are partners with this business deal. Both are going to benefit from it"

"Thanks Simon"

"I have to say , you really surprised Siddharth with your change. He used to believe that you were a nobody, and now here you are doing the business of a lifetime."

"Did Siddharth tell you this?"

"Indeed , he's started to see you in a new light. I had a hard time believing that you were a regular IT employee a year back. Based on what I saw , you look far better than many known businessmen in this country"

"Thank you for the kind words Simon"

"So lets just celebrate this special occasion. Shall we go for some drinks at my place of choice?"

"Sure , I don't drink though. But I will give you company with some coke"

They went to a club house at one of the skyscbangr buildings in the Lower Parel area. It had an ambience outdoor setting at the rooftop with some greenery and a swimming pool in the open while the enclosed portion had a bar and a small pub. Hemant gestured cheers with Simon's mead with his own coke as they consumed it and talked about the nature of their business deal and the scenarios they can explore in this new venture. After some time , they walked out to the outdoor. Hemant liked the view of the city from here, he was exploring the view when his attention was grabbed by the people in the swimming pool.

Hemant was shocked to see Pranitha in the pool and she was with a man who was playing with her in the pool. The man looked very attractive , as if he is some male model. They were playing with each other , splashing water , having a swimming race.

"Who is the man with Pranitha" Hemant asked Simon.

"Oh , that is Rony. We all grew up together. Been close since college , but they are a whole different game"

"Different game?"

"Yeah , Rony was basically Pranitha's first boyfriend , the first crush you can say. But they are good friends now"

Hemant chuckled , understanding the kind of 'friends' they can be. Hemant walked with Simon towards them as for a second Pranitha was startled seeing Hemant here.

"Hey Simon , how did the meet go?" Rony asked Simon as he got off the pool.

"Went well as always. And I got to meet this amazing man" Simon said pointing to Hemant.

Roni smiled as he shaked hands with Hemant.

"So , you are the infamous Hemant Kumar"

"I am"

"I have to say. You're not quiet what I envisioned when I heard your description"

"Most likely its because of my suit. Old habbit , always overdresses on meets like this"

"Sounds like you need a better fashion coach"

"I am always open for suggestions"

They had a warm conversation while Pranitha noticed their talks while wrapping a towel around her waist. She soon joined the men.

"What are you guys talking about"

"Nothing , just some small talks and knowing this gentleman right here" Rony gestured at Hemant.

"That's good but we have plans for the day remember?"

"Oh right. Sorry Hemant , we should meet very soon"

"We will , have a nice day"

"Thanks man"

Saying that all three of them left leaving Hemant standing by himself in that open space. Hemant noticed that Pranitha was purposefully ignoring him at that moment. She was staring at Rony more than at him. But then as they were leaving , Pranitha gave a sexy expression and winked looking at Hemant. Hemant felt something weird deep inside but he let it go and instead made his long drive back to his factory.

The day went as usual , as Hemant was focused on making his new project work. Forming a good rapport with Simon was an important point for him to achieve. That evening while going for an important meet at the rotary club , Hemant passed through Tamanna's place. Hemant noticed Sandeep's luxury car entering her apartment's gates hinting that he was still involved with her. Not giving much concern to that for the time being. Hemant focused on the meet he was going for. 

He met with the new investors at the club. And as expected the meeting went better than he thought , he decided to celebrate.
Hemant entered the Irish Bar that evening with an easy smile and a lightness in his steps that he hadn’t felt in a long time. The celebration of landing two major contracts for YOD Industries felt like a personal victory, one he had long awaited through months of negotiations and restless nights. He had wanted Kunal beside him to share this triumph, to laugh and toast into the evening, but Kunal’s phone remained stubbornly silent. Deciding not to let it ruin his mood, Hemant ordered a chilled light beer and took a slow sip, savoring the crisp bitterness as it washed away the tension of the past few weeks. It was meant to be a night of quiet contentment, a pause to acknowledge his hard-won success.

But life, Hemant knew too well, rarely adheres to plans. As he settled into his second beer, his eyes drifted across the lively bar and froze. There she was—Pranitha, radiant as ever, her laughter like silver bells drifting across the dimly lit room. She sat with her friends, Simon and Rony, her presence brightening the corner they occupied. Hemant’s thoughts darkened as he recalled the morning's encounter at the clubhouse: Simon’s offhand revelation about Pranitha and Rony’s intense past relationship. The sight of them then—Rony splashing water at her playfully, her giggles echoing in the pool area—had left a sour taste in Hemant’s mouth. Now, watching them lean close and exchange teasing touches, he felt a painful tightness in his chest.

Deep inside, Hemant had always admired Pranitha for more than her striking beauty or her prestigious Mehta family name. It was her warmth, her unguarded kindness, the way she looked at people as if they mattered deeply, that had captivated him. Their friendship had grown slowly but meaningfully, each shared conversation building a quiet connection he cherished. He had not dared to name the deeper yearning that curled in his heart—perhaps out of fear, perhaps out of respect for the delicate balance they had. More importantly , to respect the chastity of his marriage , he saw her only as a friend for the time being. But tonight, seeing her with Rony, those hidden alternate thoughts surged up with a cruel force, sharp and undeniable.

Their eyes met across the room, a fleeting moment that seemed to stretch into an eternity. Pranitha’s gaze softened, her laughter faltering as she registered Hemant’s expression—distant, and resigned. Hemant didn’t offer his usual warm nod or gentle smile; instead, he looked away, his jaw set, his movements stiff. He rose, left after paying the waiter the bill along with his tip, and began to walk toward the exit, his shoulders slumping slightly as if under the weight of a thousand unspoken words. Pranitha watched helplessly, her breath caught in her throat, her fingers curling around her glass as if to steady herself.

For weeks , he didn't see Pranitha. And when questioned , he learned she has gone somewhere out of the country. Hemant figured probably gone somewhere to spend time with Rony. He didn't give too much thought about it as he focused on his work and his family. 

That was the time Sonarika told him that she was planning to go to a bachelorette party with all the girls including Meghna somewhere in the city. Hemant never questioned her where it was , what it was. He just cautioned her to not drink much. Then Kunal surprisingly told him Mouni is going to some "Voyage of Love" and it co-incidentally came on the same night Sonarika was going for a party.

Hemant got too involved on Kunal's proposition of staying the night at Hemant's place along with his son Mohit that he forgot to think about the correlation. 

He was about to leave for home in the evening when he got an unexpected call.

"Hello?"

"Hello Hemant sir , Shraddha beti gave me this number"

"Is Shraddha okay?"

"She is okay sir but I have a dilemma , can you please help sir"

"What is it miss"

"My name is Chaitali sir , I am Tamanna madam's househelp , madam actually told me to take care of Shraddha for the night as she won't be coming home tonight. But I just recieved some terrible news regarding my child , he is being admitted to a hospital. I cannot seem to reach Tamanna madam as her phone is unresponsive , I don't know what to do"

"Okay Chaitali , where are you now"

"I am in the flat with Shraddha bitiya sir"

"Okay , wait there , I am on my way"

"Okay sir"

Hemant ended the call and drove swiftly to Tamanna's place. He reached there and saw a fully emotional Chaitali.

"Did she respond?"

"No sir , still unresponsive"

"Where is your child admitted"

"City Hospital"

"Okay , if Tamanna calls you , tell her your situation and tell her that Shraddha is in my home , I will give you number of my sister Anjali as well. I will bring Shraddha home once Tamanna is back okay?"

"But sir"

"Do not worry Chaitali , Shraddha knows me , I am a close friend to Tamanna. You have seen me come here , here is my house address , nothing to worry about. Shraddha will be in the safest place in this city okay?"

"Okay , thank you sir"

"Wait , take this money. Use it if there is need in the hospitals or something"

"No sir , I can't take this"

"Chaitali you need this more than anyone right now."

"But sir this is too much"

"Its not an issue. If money comes extra , then you can return that later"

"Thank you sir , thank you very much , god bless you"

After sending her hiring an auto , Hemant helped Shraddha pack some of her stuff as he got on his SUV along with her. Shraddha looked nervous as Hemant enquired.

"What's the matter Shraddha?"

"This is the first time I am spending time in someone else's house without Mummy uncle"

"Don't worry Shraddha , I am not some stranger, I am pretty sure your mummy won't mind for a stay and having play time and fun with Karan and friends. Besides , Anju didi is curious to meet you again"

"Yay , I've brought my sketch book , didi wanted to see my drawings and share hers as well"

"So , like I said , lots of fun"
 
When Hemant reached home with Shraddha , Sonarika was busy with getting ready for her party night. Shraddha went to Anjali's room and stayed there interacting with her.He arrived in the bedroom seeing Sonarika applying make-up. Hemant sat there enjoying the sight of his loving wife getting ready for her party , he terribly flirted with her which only made her more caring towards him. Eventually Sonarika left leaving Hemant to get ready for the arrival of Kunal and Mohit.


Kunal stepped into Hemant’s house by evening with a deep sigh of relief, his son Mohit trailing behind him, already brightening at the sight of the warmly lit living room. To Kunal, this wasn’t just another evening — it was a much-needed escape from the chaos he called home. Hemant greeted him with a firm hug, the kind that seemed to absorb all of Kunal’s unspoken pain. Despite Kunal’s tarnished image and the whispers that followed him everywhere, Hemant never treated him with anything but respect and brotherly warmth. Tonight, as Mouni set sail on her so-called "Voyage of Love" with Sagar, Kunal felt an unexpected freedom — the burden of pretense finally left at the door.

Once inside, Mohit dashed off to join Karan, who was already firing up the PlayStation in the game room. The boys instantly fell into their own world of virtual races and friendly taunts, laughing so hard that their voices echoed down the hall. Hemant watched them with a gentle smile, occasionally stepping in to offer them snacks or help them with a tricky game level. In a way, watching the boys reminded both men of simpler times , the carefree childhood moments they wished they could reclaim for themselves.

Meanwhile, in the cozy lounge, Shraddha, a sweet and thoughtful girl, sat cross-legged on the floor beside Anjali. The two were surrounded by colored pencils, sketchbooks, and a mountain of origami paper. Shraddha shyly showed Anjali her drawings of superheroes , knights , princesses and magical forests, her eyes lighting up as Anjali praised each one with genuine admiration. Anjali encouraged Shraddha to imagine stories for her drawings, weaving elaborate tales together that had Shraddha giggling and eagerly adding new characters to the pages. In that warm bubble, Shraddha felt a rare sense of belonging — a comforting break from her otherwise uncertain routine.

After dinner, they all gathered in the living room with bowls of popcorn and mugs of chocolate ice creams. Kunal sat beside Hemant, watching the kids and Anjali play charades, their laughter rising and falling like joyful music. Mohit and Karan acted out superheroes and cartoon characters with exaggerated gestures, while Shraddha hesitated at first but gradually joined in, her face lighting up as everyone cheered her on. For a few blissful hours, there were no broken promises, no uncomfortable truths — just shared jokes, silly guesses, and the simple pleasure of being together.

And in that colorful banter , Hemant noticed Shraddha and Karan pulling on the same book. Noticing they might end up quarelling , he intervened.

"Karan ,Shraddha what's wrong"

Shraddha let go that book and came to Hemant.

"Uncle , Karan has drawn you very well but he is not willing to show it"

Hemant turned to Karan.

"I've seen that Shraddha , he draws me as a superhero. Sometimes Superman , sometimes Batman"

"No uncle , he drew you as a superhero of his own"

"His own , who is it Karan"

"I can't show you papa , its not finished , I need to color it"

"Its okay Karan , your outlines are always better"

Karan with some reluctance showed him the book. Hemant saw the drawings and showed it along to Kunal and Anjali as well as he was impressed by it. He noticed the name given to the superhero.

"GARUD-MAN?"

"I also want to call him EAGLE MAN as well!" Karan said enthusiastically.

The drawing was wonderful. Hemant was painted what it seemed like a Superman inspired character but the difference was he had an eagle shaped mask on his head and some armor designs like Batman. Hemant soon looked at Karan.

"Wonderful drawing Karan , though shall I give you my preference. Papa doesn't like capes , leave the capes out and maybe give Papa.......wings?"

"Like Hawkman"

"Yes...and where did you get the name Garudman"

"Anju didi told me the story of Garuda saving Lord Ram in Ramayana , so I thought Garud-Man , because the superhero backstory is you're given powers by Lord Garuda to protect the earth"

"Interesting. Lord Garuda huh?" Hemant turned to Anjali with a smile. 

"Why not? Lord Garuda does protect you Bhaiya" Anjali clarified.

"Anyways , good job Karan , don't forget Papa's preference , no capes"

"Yes papa , I will show you the finished drawing with coloring next time"

It was a banter he loved as they all played different games and used the playstation for the next few hours.

As the night drew to a close, the kids changed into their pajamas and huddled under a big blanket fort they had built together in the living room. Hemant dimmed the lights, and Kunal felt his heart grow unexpectedly light watching the children drift off to sleep, whispering secret jokes to each other. Anjali read a soft bedtime story, her voice lulling them into peaceful dreams. For that one night, surrounded by laughter and kindness, Kunal felt truly human again. 

They both were sitting in the balcony for a late night drink , though there was no alcohol as Hemant doesn't drink , Hemant shared his stash of beer with Kunal.

"I have to say Hemant , this was much needed for me"

"What the beer?"

"No , the stay , it felt good to be in an actual environment of a home , its been a while for that"

"Are you okay in your home"

"Not exactly Hemant , Mouni and me , we've been fighting a lot. Under Sagar's pressure , Mouni requested to me to join them for the old ways , but I have changed. Those thoughts, it no longer affect me anymore. I have grown from it , and this has resulted in Mouni making unnecessary ruckus and its starting to bother me"

"Maybe you should put a lid to it. You know , stand your ground and make it clear to her that the old ways is no longer welcome"

"Actually , I've been wanting to ask your opinion about something"

"Like what?"

"Life in the house , it has become unbearably bothersome for me. I was thinking about this for some time. A good friend of mine has provided me an offer , a bachelor pad in the suburbs of the city. I can easily afford it"

"Are you saying you want to move out?"

"It will give me a much needed relief Hemant. And to be frank , a break from Mouni is much needed for me , or else I will start to actually hate her and my toxicity will increase"

"But what about Mohit? Wouldn't a separation from his mom and dad affect him?"

"He will be send to boarding in few months anyways."

"Kunal , boarding is not always a solution"

"I know Hemant , but right now that is the only solution that will help me. Besides the boarding is outside the city , I can frequent to him from my new place more. I would've had at my place but I have a feeling Mouni will object to that"

"Okay , do what makes you feel at peace. I am pretty sure you won't make a wrong choice at this point in your life"

"Thanks man , I needed to hear that"

After some casual talks , both Hemant and Kunal went to bed. In the morning they woke up in time and Kunal helped Mohit in getting fresh. It was the time to leave as the kids insisted on more fun times to which both fathers gave them an assurance for the future. Hemant too got fresh and took Shraddha to her place. He called Chaitali who told him her son is out of danger and it wasn't a big issue. She had contacted Tamanna few minutes ago and explained everything and she is on the way home. 

A few minutes later , Hemant heard the locks moving of the main door as Tamanna arrived. Hemant noticed her dishevelled look , her party dress has become a rough mess. Hemant understood she went for the other kind of fun last night. And he had a guess who it might be.

"Umm , I just called Chaitali , she told me her son is ok. Shraddha is in the room , she had a fun time at my place with Anju , Karan and Mohit."

"Mohit?"

"Yeah , Kunal and Mohit came to my place for a sleepover"

"That makes sense"

"How?"

"I saw his wife and her.....boyfriend in the 'Voyage Of Love'"

"Oh....that is........predictable.....so....I am guessing you had a fun time"

Tamanna didn't respond. Hemant got up to leave.

"Look I know you don't like seeing me here , so I will take my leave"

As he was moving to the door , Tamanna immediately got in front of him and hugged him tight. Hemant was taken aback by the embrace. He could feel her tremble.

"You were right Hemant....you were right about him"

That was when worry started to overwhelm him as Hemant caressed her and asked.

"Sandeep , did he do something forceful with you"

Tamanna stayed in that embrace and responded.

"He didn't force , but he tried , and lets just say he couldn't complete the race"

Hemant giggled a little which made Tamanna laugh with him as well to lighten the mood. Tamanna left the embrace.

"Why did you marry you handsome idiot"

"Oh , its not my fault you weren't there in that library ten years ago."

"Fine , sit. I'll make some coffee"

"Actually , I have some important things to do. So how about our usual meet in the usual restaurant sometime later"

"Fine by me. Thank you Hemant,  for Shraddha"

"She is wonderful  and you are welcome"

Hemant left her place to a short visit in the factory for a meet happening in the evening after which he returned home. And in the noon , Sonarika returned from her party exhausted and Hemant played the best family man role preparing lunch and evening snacks for his family. 

And then in the evening was the moment he ran into the WuTang brothers. After taking them out , Hemant checked the surroundings in his attentive state. He noticed that the parking lot had no cameras facing this section. Deducing that he was proparly camouflaged , Hemant picked his phone and called Raquel.

"Bhaijaan?"

"Raquel , I've been marked , bring in a transport to supply. Send you the location"

"On my way , give me two minutes"

He ended the call as Hemant stared down at the pool of blood forming in the parking lot floor. Hemant moved to the back of his SUV and opened the back bonnet. He retrieved a strange box , he placed it on the carrier deck of the back bonnet and opened it to reveal varieties of tools and bottles. Hemant picked up a bunch of steel pipes and assembled it together to form a long stick. He then attached something like a vaccum. Then on one end there was a tube which Hemant connected to an empty can while another tube was attached to a mysterious can that had a solution. Hemant pressed a button and the machine started to make a sound which had partially less sound than a vaccum cleaner. Hemant then pressed another button on the pipe and the vaccum portion started to emit out a  gas on the blood scattered surface. Whatever the gas was , it was cold , the blood particles in the floor started to slowly change color to a more darker red as the entire blood surface got solidified. Then Hemant used a hatchet to break apart the sold blood into pieces and collected it into the box. As he was collecting it , Raquel arrived with a jeep.

Raquel even though was surprised by the initial shock , went to work with Hemant.

"I'll collect these shards. You go identify the bodies"

Raquel checked the bodies and then their pockets. As Hemant completed removing the blood completely from the floor in those shards. Raquel returned to him with the contents from them. 

"They are both brothers Bhaijaan , the WuTang Brothers. Hitmen for hire , from Beijing."

"They both were hired by the SunOnYee of the Chinese Triads. So that means they're trying to confirm its me"

"What do you want to do Bhaijaan?"

"Prepare to dispose the bodies , I have an idea who hired them. Its time to send them a message back!"

The moonlight shimmered across casting an eerie glow on the fishing boat named Heera that is sailing off the coast of Mumbai. Hemant stood at the edge of the deck, hands in his pockets, his dark eyes fixed on the two dismembered bodies sprawled before him. Raquel, his trusted right hand, moved with precise efficiency, directing the men as they hauled large stones and wrapped thick ropes around the mangled limbs. The smell of salt and blood mingled in the humid night air, heavy and suffocating. Hemant’s mind wandered to the past , to a time when killers like the ones laying before him crossed path with , a violent chapter he believed long closed.

The Triads, SunOnYee,18k. Hemant’s jaw tightened remembering these nemesises , a history of violence that was in his blood long back. Years ago, he and his old alliance had waged a silent war against those merciless killers. Back then, Hemant had been the blade in the dark, striking down their assassins and turning the tide in countless bloody encounters. He thought he had buried those memories along with their fallen. But tonight’s ambush, the sudden chaos, had brought those ghosts roaring back into his life like a curse whispered by the sea.

Without a word, Hemant pulled out his phone, the glow of the screen briefly illuminating his sharp, calculating face. He snapped a few pictures of the bodies — insurance, evidence, or perhaps trophies of another victory in his celestial war of good vs evil which has now blemished the lines of the good and the bad with blood. Each click of the camera felt like a nail driven into the coffin of an old rivalry, a signal to whoever dared to challenge him that he was still as ruthless as ever. Then, with a single curt nod, he gave Raquel the signal. The men strained as they rolled the heavy, stone-laden remains overboard, the splash echoing across the silent waves as the sea swallowed them whole.

Hemant stayed at the railing, his gaze locked on the distant Mumbai skyline, the city’s neon glow pulsing like a heartbeat against the black sky. Tonight had been a warning, a message that the forgotten war was clawing its way back to the surface. But Hemant felt no fear, only a cold surge of determination rising in his veins. The sea below hid his enemies’ corpses, but above the waves, he was alive and ready. This time, he would not just survive the storm. He would crush it, piece by piece, until nothing of the Triads or the WuTang Brothers remained but memories lost to the dark depths. In that dim lights of the boat , the ring of Garuda wrapped in his finger glowed , as if it is powering him for the war that approaches to these lands.

                                                                                                                                                                           (CHAPTER TO BE CONTD)

[Harry Jordan]

                                                                                                                                          (CHAPTER CONTD)

A week later, Hemant was in his work station, cleaning and replenishing his sword. He had cleaned the bloodstains from it on that night of the attack. But today he planned to do something more , he had called in Kamya and Vaibhav to his HQ to reveal his mission.


They arrived at his office room as Hemant greated them wearing a black suit. Raquel was present there as well. As they walked in and sat Hemant started.

"Job well done on the installations of those devices , I had my doubts but I must say , remarkable job keeping the cover and completing the task"

"We appreciate it. Also you didn't held back with our payments"

"Like I said , I am a man of my word , which is why I brought you here"

Both Vaibhav and Kamya sat in anticipation. Hemant then handed over few papers to them as they looked at it confused.

"What is this?"

"Your job letters"

"Job Letters?"

"Yes, from now on, both of you are now Software Development Engineers for YOD Industries. Your official job designation is to design and implement software upgrades and updates to our Company's products and Primary Contributors to the Company's Digital Materials built here like Drones , Chips etc. Plus to maintain a digital data for the sales and purchases of all the nuts , bolts , partitions , materials we make in this factory. That will be your cover"

Both of them listened to him curiously as Hemant stood up.

"Follow me"

Hemant led Kamya and Vaibhav from his office room through the walkway to a steel staircase to the west section of the industry. There a massive section has been setup. Vaibhav and Kamya are stunned to see latest computer hardwares placed in the middle and sections of data drives placed in corner portion of that section. It was a giant tech room with latest computer sets and a big black screen in front covering the wall. 

"This will be your office space and both of you will be provided with a Laniard. Only you two and myself will have access to this Tech Room. For the dedicated staff and other workers , this is the Digital Framework Operations room (DFO) and also where we store our digital blueprints for our project. But your job will be this"

Hemant booted up one computer and when he did that and opened up something. The big screen in that room lit up. Showing a live feed of a camera from a rooftop pointing at a massive structure.

"This is the famous Kohinoor Cultural and Recreational Center. One of the biggest magnum opus infrastructure built by the Regal Corp. Started functioning since 2012 this place has become a massive landmark location of this city. One of the biggest meuseum , art gallery , and all the more a hub of priceless antiques not just of this country , but of the whole world"

All the others observed it , analyzed this new place. But Kamya was confused. She expressed her confusion.

"But what is so special about this place. Why is this place so important to see Sir?"

Hemant smiled as he turned to Kamya.

"Because this is where your dream is Kamya. This is where your dream is Vaibhav. This is where your flower shop is , this is where your computer shop is. Right there in that massive structure , your dreams are locked away. You just have to unlock it"

"Is our mission a bunch of old antique pieces?"

Hemant giggled a little and then looked at both of them.

"Both of you are missing the point. This place is called the Kohinoor. Yes , the very diamond snatched from this country. Here , there is another Kohinoor. Something so precious and priceless , that it can turn us into royalty"

"So somewhere in that building , a priceless diamond is placed. And you are planning to steal it?"

"Precisely , you see this Diamond is someone else's Kohinoor , and returning it to its place will reset the world and in return give us untapped amount of wealth to live in life. So this is an act of kindness. We are going to restore the world.......by stealing"

Kamya nodded.

"So from today , Operation Jewel Thief Begins!"

Vaibhav chuckled at the name sujjestion as Hemant continued.

"The first job is finding it , which is where your secondary phase begins. The devices you planted , they are multipurpose routers means it can bug and hack into any device within its 5 meter radius. I want you to dwelve into this center , hack every cell contact , electrical units , whatever machines that run in smart technology and create a complete list of all the things that happen in that building. The building is not just a meuseum , there are different small businesses running in the corners and basements facing the streets. In short , I want to see how this building lives and breathes."

"But why all this fus sir?"

"Isn't it obvious? Its not an easy task that's why. The place is located near a Metro Station. Plus the Byculla Local Station is nearby. Since the building is located in a covergence of two heavy traffic roads , there is two Law Enforcement Traffic Posts nearby monitoring both these roads. On paper , its downright impossible to steal something from a place that has thousand eyes on it"

"Then why are we doing it sir?"

"Not all jobs can be easy Kamya. But with precise planning and a great setup , we can pull off a Heist that has never happened in the world before."

Kamya looked at Vaibhav , both acknowledging the scope and planning of this operation. The secrecy from Hemant was not an oversight but a calculated move — curiosity is a stronger leash than obligation. Hemant’s right hand man, Raquel, stood silently at his side, an immovable statue of loyalty. The recruits were provided a cover: they were to work as employees at YOD Industry, their roles seemingly ordinary on paper, yet intricately woven into the upcoming operation.

In this first assembly, Hemant did not deliver a detailed blueprint of the heist. Instead, he planted a seed — a promise of a future so luminous that no moral compass could resist veering off course. As they left the room, the recruits carried not just instructions but the raw flame of a dream. 

The following week marked the beginning of meticulous surveillance. Hemant gathered his recruits again, at that same DFO section, now soundproofed control room hidden within YOD Industry’s lower levels. The giant screen controlled by the computers streaming real-time footage from various points across Mumbai. Central among these views stood the majestic Kohinoor Cultural Center in Byculla,  its intricate architecture and rich legacy of art and heritage on display.

Hemant pointed at the largest screen. 

"This" he said. 

"This is where your true skills come alive." 

He explained how to use the seven discreet surveillance devices throughout Mumbai, each one strategically angled to observe every possible entrance, alleyway, and vantage point surrounding the cultural center. These devices — seemingly harmless security units — acted as both eyes and ears, feeding an endless stream of data back to their servers.

"Kamya" Hemant continued, his voice sharp and precise. 

"I need you to analyze the foot traffic patterns. Find me the daily rhythms: who comes in early, who lingers after closing hours, which guards are lazy, and which cameras overlap or blind spot each other." 

Kamya nodded, her mind already stitching together complex algorithms and facial recognition patterns.

"Vaibhav" he turned next 

"You will crack their network systems. Map out their internal security, identify vulnerabilities, and create false maintenance logs or override alarms as needed. We must know the cultural center’s pulse better than its own heartbeat." 

Vaibhav’s fingers twitched with excitement, the adrenaline of a challenge coursing through him.

Raquel stood nearby, occasionally handing over confidential personnel files or building schematics. His presence was both comforting and intimidating, reminding the recruits that the stakes were far higher than a mere corporate espionage stunt.

The recruits continueed their cover jobs — drafting digital reports, attending client calls — to maintain appearances. However, they also became silent watchers, dissecting every nuance of the cultural center’s operations. Hemant’s strategy was simple yet brilliant: surveillance was not about watching alone; it was about understanding behavior so deeply that one could predict, and eventually control, every move inside those halls.

With each passing day, the Kohinoor Cultural Center transformed in their minds from a prestigious building into a living entity, a puzzle to be solved and a fortress to be breached.

To Kamya and Vaibhav, it didn’t matter anymore. Their curiosity had transformed into a feverish loyalty; the mystery was more intoxicating than any concrete detail.

Raquel stood vigilant, a silent guardian ready to erase any trace of doubt or hesitation. He was the final line of assurance, the one who would ensure their escape and provide plausible deniability if things went south.

Hemant kept the process of reminding them of the dual reality they now lived: for others, they were model employees, fueling the growth of YOD Industry. For him, they were architects of an audacious heist, the city’s greatest cultural treasure hanging in the balance.

As they dispersed, each step carried the weight of anticipation. The dream was no longer an abstraction; it was a tangible future hidden behind the ornate doors of the Kohinoor Cultural Center. And though the final act of this grand play was yet to unfold, Hemant knew he had already secured their hearts and minds — the true treasure before the heist even began.

SOMEWHERE EAST OF MUMBAI

The smell of burnt metal and diesel hung heavy in the air at Darukhana Port as Hemant and Raquel stepped out of the former's Thar SUV. The massive workshop before them looked more like a scrapyard warzone than a place of business—rusted car frames, engine parts strewn everywhere, and workers hammering away under flickering tube lights. Inside, Manav Chauhan, the infamous mechanic of Chor Bazaar, was yelling at a boy for misplacing a carburetor. Raquel glanced around, smirking at the chaotic brilliance of the place. Hemant adjusted his crisp linen shirt, brushing off invisible dust as they walked toward Manav’s small office nestled behind a pile of stacked fenders.

"I'm here looking for Manav Chauhan" 

Hemant announced, his voice echoing in the greasy chamber. Manav looked up, a thin grin forming under his stubble. 

"I thought only cops come this formally dressed" Manav snorted, flicking ash off his cigarette. 

"Good thing I am not a cop then. I hear you're a very resourceful wheelman in this city"

"If it has wheels and it needs to run on the ground , you can find it here"

"Then I am at the right place then. Lets talk business" Hemant said sharply. 

"We need two big trucks. Custom. Silent engines, reinforced chassis, run-flat tires, and enough hidden compartments to smuggle a damn battalion if needed." 

Manav raised an eyebrow. 

"Oho, bhai, you planning to steal the Mumbai Stock Exchange or what?" 

Raquel chuckled dryly but quickly fell silent at Hemant's glare.

"What I do with it or what I steal , is none of your consent. I just need to know whether can you do it?"

Manav looked at Hemant curiously and then responded.

"Sirji , I have quiet the talent. But I don't know you. I cannot design the vehicle you want unless I know what you want the vehicle to do"

Manav leaned back in his broken chair, fingers drumming on the armrest. 

"And what makes you think I'll risk my workshop for this? Chor Bazaar has eyes everywhere" 

He said lazily. Hemant stepped closer, placing a thick envelope of cash on Manav’s cluttered desk. 

"Because I’m paying you double your usual rate. And this conversation never leaves this room. You talk, you vanish" 

Hemant warned, his voice chillingly calm. Raquel crossed his arms, scanning the mechanics nearby who were trying to eavesdrop. 

"You think you're the first to threaten me in my own den?" Manav laughed loudly. 

"You're dumber than you look."

Hemant's eyes glinted as he leaned in, his tone suddenly intimate and almost fatherly. 

"Manav Chauhan, born in Sewri. First gig at age sixteen, boosting a Scorpio near CST. By twenty, you were slicing up imported vehicles from the hotel chains in Worli for spare parts. Now you’re the undisputed king of vehicle chop-shops in Chor Bazaar. Every custom piece of junk in this city’s underworld has your fingerprints. Even though you built four wheelers , you work more on bikes because one its your favorite type of ride and two its less time consuming to build. Every sunday , you like to eat chicken shawarma from Ratan's shop at Nagpada Circle. You visit Kamathipura every month on the 14th to meet with your favorite girl Rimjhim thanks to the kindness of her owner and brothel head Rani Maaya. Two months ago , you bought yourself a desi pistol because in your last business deal, you created a fuss with the Pathan Gang. You also changed your place of stay in Mustafa Bazar since the Pathan's know that place. You know live in a wonderful one room setup in Mazgaon just past the Dargah , making it easy for you to lay low and run shop while stay protective under the Dilawar gang" 

Manav’s smirk faded, replaced by a tight, wary expression. Hemant tapped the table softly. 

"I am not here to play some stupid game of chance Manav. If I can know all of this about you , you can rest assure its not just the info I can acquire. Complete this job for me and you will be paid well, quiet well. But don't even think about double cross. You’re a genius, but even geniuses can disappear."

Silence enveloped the room. Manav swallowed, eyes darting to Raquel’s cold stare, then back to Hemant, who now deliberately shifted his shirt to reveal a Smith & Wesson revolver tucked into his waistband. 

Hemant continued, voice low and deadly 

"I don’t need to threaten you in your workshop. I’m just reminding you what happens to people who try to double cross me. You help me, you will be paid well. You cross me, you won’t even have a grave." 

Manav exhaled, finally nodding. 

"Fine. You’ll get your trucks. Silent as the night and strong as your threats."

As Hemant and Raquel turned to leave, a hush fell across the workshop. The welders and grinders paused, eyes glued to the men who had just reduced their boss to silence. The two men walked out slowly, each step echoing like a drumbeat of finality. As they approached the Thar SUV, workers and local goons instinctively moved aside, sensing an invisible line they dared not cross. Hemant glanced once over his shoulder at the still-staring Manav before pulling open the door. In moments, they roared out of Darukhana Port, leaving behind the tense silence and the smell of fear drifting with the diesel smoke.


The social life of Hemant hit an all time high , with each successful contract, Hemant found himself increasingly invited into Mumbai’s elite circles, rubbing shoulders with influential business tycoons and celebrities. Sonarika expressed her interests in going to elite parties with him but Hemant denied her , claiming this is just an early stage development. He promised he will take her to these events once his footing among the city's elites is solidified. Plus Hemant understood the dark truth hiding behind these expensive alcohols and extravagant parties. He didn't want Sonarika to fall victim to the fame and loose herself in the glitter and glamour of these nights. Plus he was more than happy she made a name for herself with heading her TANISHQ office and becoming a somewhat known figure in the city since her news interview. 

And it was in these parties where Hemant started to meet Ananya Pandey  , the bollywood actress in these circles. And just like Ananya promised in their first meet , she started to take him to special events among her friend circles. Ananya, known for her charm and vivacious spirit, found herself instantly drawn to Hemant’s sharp intellect and warm, approachable demeanor. Unlike most people she encountered in her glamorous world, Hemant was grounded and genuinely interested in more than just appearances. 

Their conversations , though initially focused on Ananya's world of entertainment and glamour ,  sharing casual jokes about camera angles and awkward poses, soon evolved into a spirited debate on innovation in India and the role of technology in national defense. Ananya realized she had found in Hemant someone refreshingly different from the film industry crowd.

As the weeks went by, Ananya and Hemant found themselves naturally gravitating toward each other. They began meeting over casual brunches at sea-facing cafés in Bandra, attending art exhibitions, or joining some of her friends at private dinners hosted by Mumbai’s high society. Ananya admired Hemant’s unwavering optimism and the way he spoke passionately about his vision for YOD Industries. 

Meanwhile, Hemant found Ananya’s authenticity and playful energy a comforting escape from his otherwise strategic and high-pressure world. During these encounters, they exchanged stories of their respective fields—Ananya sharing behind-the-scenes film anecdotes, while Hemant described his experiences working with defense engineers and military officials.

Their bond deepened through shared experiences and quiet support for each other’s endeavors. Ananya began to confide in Hemant about her struggles to break free from typecast roles and her dream of doing meaningful cinema. Hemant, in turn, shared his fears of failure and the constant pressure to deliver innovations that could impact national security. Each interaction built layers of trust and understanding, transforming their initial spark of friendship into an unspoken alliance of two ambitious yet vulnerable souls.

Before long, Mumbai’s elite circles started to whisper about the surprising yet inspiring friendship blossoming between the promising industrialist and the beloved Bollywood star—a connection built not on convenience or fame, but on genuine respect and heartfelt camaraderie.

As she promised , she did call for a special date , but it wasn't some night party but rather a game of Tennis. Ananya said Pranitha revealed Hemant's knack for tennis and she has been practising lately for a new sports movie regarding tennis. And in this way ,  they formed a friendly bonding under Pranitha's absence. Plus Hemant being married helped with the chaos of media as they won't initiate the "dating" rumors with him.

For now they had met a couple of times over tennis and clubhouse hangouts. But tonight was different , tonight was another Manish Malhotra bash party , Hemant intended to be there as it was at that party his life changing events began. Plus another important aspect is that he isn't going as another date , he is going as an invited guest , signifying his growth from a nobody way back in that party to a notable personality in the city after a year.

As usual , he set an appointment with the makeup man Roxy but then Ananya insisted to go together for that so Hemant went to her duplex flat. Roxy this time gave Hemant a black blazer jacket with golden checklines on it followed by a full on black smooth textured silky pants. And contrary to last time with a cream color shirt , this time Hemant was given a vibrant golden color shirt underneath. And Ananya on the contrary wore a bright silver color party dress matching Hemant's clothes color intensity. They both were escorted in a hired deluxe vehicle to the venue.

Hemant stepped out of this deluxe car in the venue, adjusting his blazer as the night breeze kissed his face. The glittering skyline of Mumbai sparkled behind him, but tonight, all eyes were on Manish Malhotra’s penthouse towering above. Last year, Hemant had entered this party as an accidental common man coming as a date for his friend Pranitha , dreaming of a bigger life. Tonight, he arrived as the head of YOD Industries, a man whose name carried weight. By his side, the stunning Ananya Pandey walked gracefully in a shimmering silver dress, her hand slipping around his muscular arm. As they ascended the grand staircase, Ananya whispered with a teasing smile. 

“Feeling like a superstar already, Mr. Industrialist Hunk?” 

Hemant chuckled. 

“Tonight, I think I finally am.” He admitted.

The moment they entered, the party lit up with whispers and eager eyes. Hemant’s charm was magnetic. A chiselled jaw, thick hair slicked back, and that blazer revealing just enough of his sculpted chest to turn heads. Business contacts and celebrities alike surrounded him, exchanging quick greetings and giggles. Ananya, though used to the spotlight herself, couldn’t help but feel pride and a tiny flame of possessiveness for the man beside her. As she raised her glass to toast him, she murmured softly. 

“You’re stealing my thunder tonight, Hemant.” 

He smirked. 

“Maybe we can share it.”

And that is the part she liked about Hemant. He didn't have that elite ego many in this field usually has. Plus it was a delight for her to watch him find a healthy drink in a place where alcohol and wines were getting passed in abundance. Eventually , Ananya and Hemant were split as she was led by her friend group leaving Hemant isolated. Hemant regardless enjoyed his time because he was here as a self identified man. This was his first time being in the elite circle being recognized. And its been a long time since he felt it this way. He stayed enjoying his new stature and enjoying the ambience of the party.

In the midst of the glittering crowd, Hemant’s gaze was drawn to the dance floor where the well known actress Janhvi Kapoor swayed elegantly in a midnight blue dress. But something caught his eye , the zipper on her back slowly lowering, threatening to reveal more than intended. Without a second thought, Hemant excused himself and approached her, gently tapping her shoulder. Surprised, Janhvi turned and found herself looking into his intense, reassuring eyes. 

“May I have this dance?” Hemant asked with a half-smile. She laughed lightly. 

“I’d be honored.”

As they danced close, Hemant leaned toward her ear, his voice low and careful. 

“Your dress… the zip at the back is slipping. I can help fix it if you’re comfortable.” 

Janhvi blushed, her hand instinctively reaching behind her. 

"Are you hired by Manish to protect women in this party? the rumored 'chivalry specialist' from last year who helped another actress" 

Hemant nodded modestly. 

“Just trying to save your night quietly.” 

She gazed at him, heart skipping a beat. Until tonight, Hemant had only been a name and a few pictures to her. But up close, his warmth and confidence pulled her in unexpectedly.

From across the room, Ananya watched, her eyes narrowing slightly. As she saw Janhvi’s soft smile and the closeness of their dance, a pang of jealousy surged within her. She quickly excused herself from her group, striding toward Hemant with determined grace. When she reached him, she gently tapped his arm. 

“Stealing another actress now?” she teased, masking her insecurity with a playful tone. 

"Nope , just being the Chivalry Specialist for the night" Hemant confessed.

Hemant grinned, stepping aside to let Janhvi retreat with a grin. Ananya slipped her arm around him tightly. 

“Come, you’re mine tonight.” She declared, pulling him back to her circle of friends.

As the music thumped and the night grew wilder, Ananya made sure Hemant stayed close. She introduced him to her close friends and co-stars, showering him with affectionate glances and inside jokes. Hemant played along, laughing and engaging warmly. Yet, he could feel Janhvi’s gaze from afar, shy, curious, and undeniably drawn to him. Every time their eyes met, she would quickly look away, her cheeks coloring. Hemant smiled inwardly; he never expected to stir such interest so effortlessly.

Eventually, Hemant found himself face-to-face with Manish Malhotra, who was basking in compliments for his decor and arrangements. 

“Hemant!” Manish exclaimed, pulling him into a friendly hug. 

“I must say, you’ve become the talk of the town.!” 

"I guess fortune favors the brave."

"Have you done any modelling?"

"Not in my lifetime"

"Well , I have this new gig coming for a wedding magazine showing my latest designs , and I've been thinking , you would make an excellend model for it. Would you like to be my muse for this gig?"

Hemant laughed politely, raising his hand in gentle refusal. 

“Manish, thank you, but I have zero knowledge on modelling or any such thing.”

"Come on its easy. Plus it will boost your name among the elite circle. And I can give you a good amount of exposure to your identity and your industry"

"Are you sure?"

Manish, undeterred, leaned in conspiratorially.

"Its nothing provocative Hemant , you will be dressed up in my latest shervani designs and textures. It will be for a wedding magazine , plus you won't be the main attraction in it. The lead is Mrunal Thakur , and her female attire is the front page cover , your involvement will be in the pages underneath it , just a few shots."

"Oh , then it that case. I am in. Just handle me with baby steps okay?"

"Sure , I'll do Mr.Handsome Hunk"

Soon Ananya walked in noticing the two of them talking.

"What are you guys on about"

"Oh I was just convincing this gentleman to be my muse for my next shoot campaign"

"And? Please tell me he agreed?"

"Oh he definitely did" Hemant nodded on Manish's words.

"YAY!" Ananya cheered and smiled as they led them both to her friends and social group.

“We’re celebrating this properly tonight” she exclaimed, pulling them towards the center. 

Janhvi, unable to resist the happy energy, joined them along with other guests. The air shimmered with excitement and laughter. Hemant lifted his glass of diet coke high. 

“To new journeys and unexpected adventures!” he toasted. 

The women around him giggled, their admiration for him deepening, touched by his grounded spirit.

The night rolled on till midnight, music echoing through the shimmering penthouse. Hemant didn’t touch a drop of alcohol, his diet coke never leaving his hand. Yet, his presence was intoxicating enough for everyone around. Ananya stayed glued to him, fiercely protective yet sweetly enamored. Janhvi, while keeping her distance, couldn’t stop stealing glances, her mind replaying their brief dance and his gentle voice. Hemant looked around at the glowing faces, the city lights twinkling below, and felt a deep contentment wash over him. He had arrived , at a new height of fame and luxury that once he had a taste of long back.

After some time , Hemant was standing alone in the dimly lit open space of the penthouse, his glass of coke glinting in the city lights that sprawled beneath him. The distant laughter and music from the other side of the party felt like echoes from a different life. Tonight was supposed to be a celebration , his own moment of triumph as a known face , an identity of his own , no longer just Pranitha’s mysterious date from last year but a man with a name that turned heads. Yet, in that private corner of the sky, he found himself drawn into a different world. 

That's when a voice, soft and achingly familiar, called out. 

"Mike!" 

His heart stuttered. Slowly turning, he saw her standing there as though the years hadn’t dared touch her. She looked just the same , elegant and angelic.

"Ashnoor!" 

Hemant whispered, his voice trembling with an emotion he hadn’t felt in so long. She looked just as he remembered: the short light pink dress clinging lovingly to her curves, her thighs peeking out with that same shy boldness that had once driven him mad. He remembered how she had hated her body, always calling herself "too big" for the skinny boys's eyes. But to him, she had been a masterpiece  every soft curve, that delicate smooth meaty ass , her well proportionate boobs , her lips the best drug in the world ,  every inch of that radiant Punjabi skin, every laugh that seemed to chase away the darkness in his soul. That dress had been her acceptance , the one she wore when he took her to Twilight Cove in London, their first date night. It had been their night of promises and shared dreams, the night they had become each other’s entire universe.

She stepped closer now, her smile as gentle as moonlight. 

"You came back to me, back in the skies" she said. 

Her voice weaving through his heart like an old song. 

"I know" Hemant replied, a tear threatening to escape. 

"I thought I lost you." 

Her smile faltered then, replaced by a tender sadness. 

"You did lose me" she murmured. 

"But now you’re here, where you belong. I’ll be here with you, always" 

The words cut deeper than any blade. He remembered. The truth thundered back into his chest

Ashnoor was gone, taken from him by a cruel twist of fate years ago. Memories of that cursed night echoed in his head, the burnt house, the dead bodies that were once living beings important to his life. All gone , in a night of flames that burned all of him.

His family, his wife Sonarika and his son Karan , his sister in every right Anjali ,  they were his reality now. The illusion began to shimmer, and before his eyes, Ashnoor dissolved into a cluster of fireflies, drifting upwards, vanishing into the star-freckled night.

As he watched the last flicker disappear, an almost unbearable wave of grief crashed over him. He felt her absence more vividly than ever, like a wound reopening. He struggled to steady his breath, holding on to the railing for support when Ananya’s voice cut through the silence. 

"Hemant? Are you okay?" 

She asked softly, her concern knitting her brows. He turned, forcing a fragile smile. 

"Yeah, I’m fine. Just remembered an old memory... a bit depressing" he confessed. 

Ananya stepped forward, her warmth grounding him. 

"Now is not the time for depression" she said, her hand finding his arm gently. 

"It’s time to embrace your future  with us, with me. Tonight is your night." 

With a bright, reassuring smile, she pulled him toward the music and laughter. Hemant let himself be led, the weight in his chest slowly dissolving into the night air, as he rejoined the living, carrying the memory of Ashnoor in a quiet, hidden corner of his heart. Her memory now a fuel to a different flame in his mind and heart.

On his drive home , Hemant recieved an unexpected call from Pranitha.

"Hey Pranitha"

"WHAT THE HELL HEMANT!"

"Woah , what happened?"

"You went to Manish's party and was hogging around Ananya?"

"Umm , yeah. She was a good company"

"I am not that stupid Hemant"

"What are you talking about"

"I know you accepted Ananya as your date because you wanna get cozy with her , I guess the essence of fame has started to mend your brain."

"You are jumping to conclusions , I accepted her request because she was available and I could get Roxy's help for my apparel. If you were here I would've preferred you. But you're not here , considering you're busy with your old flame having a wonderful time"

There was no response from Pranitha for a few seconds after which she responded.

"What did you just say? I am with what?"

"Oh come on Pranitha , don't act all innocent with me. Simon told me your history with Rony. You ignored me on purpose in our last meet and was very touchy flirty with him. Its not like you care about me in that regard"

Hemant regretted the moment he said those words. Pranitha didn't respond for a few more longer seconds. Hemant was a bit nervous.

"Pranitha?"

"------------"

"Pranitha are you there? Hello?"

"Goodbye Hemant"

Pranitha ended the call abruptly, Hemant realized in that moment that she is definitely upset. He decided to sort it out with her when they meet next time.

                                                                                                                                                               (CHAPTER TO BE CONTD)

[Harry Jordan]

                                                                                                                                            (CHAPTER CONTD)

Hemant returned home past midnight, his jacket still carrying the faint scent of expensive cologne and flavor of the soda he drank from Manish Malhotra’s glittering party. As he stepped quietly into the bedroom, he saw Sonarika lying in bed, her back turned, breathing heavy but uneven. He knew she was pretending to sleep. He slipped off his watch, letting the clasp click on the nightstand, and softly asked. 


"How was your day, Sona?" 

Her silence was sharp, edged with something deeper than mere tiredness. Finally, she turned to face him, eyes glinting in the soft lamp glow. 

"How do you think it was?" she shot back.

"I know you're mad. I promise I will make it up to you"

"When , in the next lifetime?" Sonarika questioned back.

"Come on Sona"

"Am I suppose to accept the situation that I cannot go with my husband and meet celebrities and stuff and enjoy the moment"

"Its not like that. Someone has to be here , we cannot leave Karan and Anju alone in home"

"Whatever , there is always an excuse when it comes to our personal times"
 
The air crackled with tension, each sentence pulling them further apart until finally, Hemant gave up arguing. Without another word, he began unbuttoning his shirt, tossing it aside, shedding his trousers, and disappearing into the bathroom. Moments later, his voice called out, breaking the silence: 

"Sona! I forgot the towel!"

Frustrated, Sonarika swung her legs off the bed, grabbed the towel, and stormed toward the bathroom. She flung open the door, ready to scold him, but before she could utter a word, Hemant’s wet arm shot out, grabbing her wrist. She squealed, half-annoyed, half-thrilled, as he dragged her inside, the towel slipping from her hand. 

"Hemant, stop! I’m still wearing—" 

She protested, giggling breathlessly, pushing at his chest. But his lips crashed onto hers, stealing her words and her resistance. Slowly, her protests softened into eager moans as his fingers slid over the delicate straps of her nightie, sending shivers down her spine.

The thin fabric of her nightie fell in a hushed whisper to the bathroom floor beside the forgotten towel. The hot water rained down on them, their skin sliding together in urgent waves. Sonarika’s frustrations melted into the steam as Hemant’s lips traced her neck and shoulders, his hands memorizing every curve. Each gasp and tremor drew them deeper into each other, the world outside dissolving into nothing but the rhythm of their bodies. Her pussy gripped tightly onto his cock as her arms and legs encircled his body. His hands were holding on to her ass, keeping her up against the wall. Hemant began thrusting into Sonarika, fucking her hard as the water kept them warm. They kissed hard and passionately, their lips never letting go. He squeezed her ass cheeks, feeling the snugness of her pussy. Hemant pushed his dick harder into her, using his legs to give her as much pleasure as he could. She clung to him, nails digging into his back, finally letting go of all the bitterness she had carried.

Sonarika let go of his lips and buried her head into his shoulder. She was moaning and groaning as he continued to run rampant on her inside. Hemant lowered his head and took one of her hard nipples into his mouth. He suckled on it sending shivers through her entire frame. Her legs got even tighter around his waist. Her pussy got tighter and was producing so much more of her wetness. She was close to cumming. He suckled her nipple a bit tight, and that was enough to set Sonarika off. Hemant wasn't far behind. Feeling the spasming of her wall was more than enough to get him to where he needed to be. Hemant tightened his hands on her ass and let go a wave of cum into her. They were both moaning and yelling as they were overwhelmed by their mutual orgasm. After that , with every kiss and every deep, aching movement, she felt her heart unravel and rebuild around him, stronger, more certain.

They stumbled out of the bathroom, dripping and breathless, falling onto the bed in a tangle of limbs and desire. Hemant’s touch was more tender now, their passion stretching into a slow, intoxicating dance that felt endless. Hemant's cock throbbed a bit inside Sonarika's snug pussy, which responded by gripping his cock harder. He took a breath and began to saw his cock back and forth, the feeling electric around his hard pole. He pulled her hips to him as he grinded his cock as deep as he could inside her, Sonarika giving little gasps and coos as his dick slide in and out of her slit. Sonarika arched beneath him, her body and soul opening completely, surrendering to wave after wave of pleasure that left her trembling and gasping her husband's name. 

Hemant started to quicken his pace as his cock, glistening with her pussy juice, stretched her pussy lips each time he pulled back out only to see them disappear when he sunk back into her each time. He felt his balls beginning to contract. 

"UHHHHHHHH!!" was all Hemant could manage through clenched teeth. 

He tried to keep his orgasm as quiet as possible in this hour of the night making sure neither Karan nor Anju wakes up. Hemant grabbed her hips and pushed in as hard as he could, and he felt his cock spasm deep inside her. She responded by gripping his cock with her pussy as she milked the cum he had accumulated  shoot deep into her womb. His entire body clenched as he fired hard inside her cunt, emptying his balls inside her. The intensity was so great he thought he was going to pass out as he filled her with his cum. And that made Sonarika go off and before she could make a sound , Hemant sealed her lips with his swallowing her moans and screams into him.

Hemant breathed deep to the night air as his orgasm subsided. He held himself inside her, wanting to make sure he kept his cum plunged inside her for as long as he could. His cock convulsed a couple of times, squirting the last few drops of his semen into her depths. Hemant leaned over her, laying his heaving chest exposed lying on his back taking deep breaths alongside her. Hemant listened to her heart race as he gasped for air. 

"I take it back husband , you should go more to these parties"

"Why?"

"Because you will return home all horny and I get to enjoy our best private times!"

Both of them giggled. When at last they lay still, skin pressed to skin, she curled into him, her face buried against his neck. In that silent embrace, every unspoken hurt was soothed, every distance bridged, and she felt utterly loved, cherished beyond words.

Their breathing slowed, the warmth of their bodies mingling beneath the sheets. Sonarika pressed a gentle kiss to Hemant’s chest, her fingers tracing lazy circles along his side. He pulled her closer, their legs intertwined, and she felt his lips brush her forehead. 

A quiet promise that tomorrow would be different. Wrapped in each other, they drifted into sleep, hearts beating in perfect sync, the night holding them in a soft, forgiving hush. And for the first time in weeks, Sonarika felt whole, her mind and body sated, her heart cradled safely in the arms of the man she loved.

Despite her decision to move on, Sonarika found herself haunted by Vikram's memory. She tried to focus on her family, and for a while, it worked. Hemant had begun to change in beautiful, surprising ways — he started paying more attention to her needs, making small gestures that reminded her of their early marriage along with something new. She saw a renewed warmth in his eyes, and Karan's laughter often echoed through the halls of their home, anchoring her to her role as a wife and mother. But even as she cherished these moments, the shadow of Vikram lingered in the corners of her mind, a quiet whisper she could not silence.

The night on the yacht reignited everything she had tried to suppress. At Rachika's bachelorette party, the alcohol dulled her inhibitions, and she surrendered fully to the magnetic pull of Vikram. The night turned into a blur of music, stars, and longing. But in a twist that startled her heart, Vikram stopped her before she went too far, choosing to protect her dignity instead of exploiting her vulnerability. When she woke up, she realized he had stayed by her side all night, careful and restrained. In that moment, she saw a new side of Vikram , a man capable of tenderness, of putting her wellbeing above his desires. This realization deepened her affection for him and cracked open something she thought she had locked away forever.

Sonarika now found herself torn between two worlds. On one side was Hemant, who had shown her what steady, gentle love looked like, who shared her life and son. On the other was Vikram, who awakened a passion in her that felt almost spiritual, who saw her in ways she sometimes didn't see herself. Each man filled different parts of her soul — Hemant grounded her, while Vikram set her spirit ablaze. The guilt of wanting them both gnawed at her, threatening to consume her from within. She oscillated between moments of intense love for her husband and secret longing for her forbidden lover.

In her quietest moments, Sonarika began to contemplate the concept of polygamy. She researched, read, and reflected on cultures and philosophies that embraced loving more than one person. She realized that the human heart might not be as linear as society demanded. The rigid notion of monogamy suddenly felt too narrow to contain the vastness of her feelings. Sonarika saw that her love for Hemant did not diminish her love for Vikram; instead, each love existed in a different dimension, complementing and not conflicting. This understanding both terrified and liberated her, allowing her to see herself more fully than she ever had.

ONE DAY IN ANDHERI

Anjali had just stepped out of the crowded Andheri station, clutching her backpack tightly, her mind focused on the endless assignments waiting at her medical institute. But fate had other plans. Out of nowhere, Rafique slithered out from the alleyway like a viper. His eyes scanned her up and down with a vile hunger, a smirk spreading across his lips. 

"Anjali, my love" he hissed, stepping forward as if he owned the ground beneath him. 

"Come with me…...and you will live like a princess in my world. No one will ever dare touch you, except me." 

Anjali froze, her heart thundering. Memories of his past torments flashed in her mind. She pleaded softly, her voice trembling, but Rafique’s sickening gaze only grew bolder.

But then, in that split second of terror, she remembered the taser ring. Anjali also remembered the words Hemant had engraved in her mind. 

'This ring works best on the most sensitive spot' 

Her fingers curled around the small taser ring, her fear transforming into raw resolve. Rafique took another lecherous step in anticipation. Without a moment’s hesitation, Anjali activated the ring and, with a sudden surge of courage, lunged forward, grabbing Rafique right in his crotch. A burst of electric vengeance screamed through his body. His face twisted in shock and agony as he convulsed, his knees buckling under him. He collapsed on the dusty road, shrieking like a demon dragged into hell.

Without even glancing back, Anjali bolted from the scene, her breath ragged and tears threatening to blur her vision. She darted into an auto, demanding to be taken to the Tanishq office where her sister, Sonarika, worked. Bursting into the posh air-conditioned cabin, she found Sonarika dbangd in a red saree, her bangles tinkling softly as she turned around with a worried gasp. Sonarika’s eyes widened, scanning Anjali from head to toe. 

"Anju , what happened?"

"Didi!!"

She pulled her into an embrace, running her fingers through her sister’s hair, whispering calming words. As Anjali trembled, she finally let out the entire ordeal, her words punctuated with sobs and raw fear.

"Its Rafique , he tried to attack me again Didi. I ran from him  , he is back to torment me"

The crimson in Sonarika’s saree almost seemed to mirror the fire erupting in her eyes. She stepped back, her jaw clenched, her nostrils flaring like a lioness ready to maul. With deadly calm, she dialed Meghna. 

"Meghna , the papers I've asked , is it ready?" she asked. 

Sonarika's voice like a blade slicing through the silence. Meghna confirmed, her voice steady. Sonarika simply said. 

"Meet me outside the office. Its time we give him an ultimatum." 

She turned to Anjali, wiping her tears with surprising gentleness. 

"You’re coming with me" she declared, her eyes softening just enough for her sister.

Outside, Meghna rolled up with her car, accompanied by two towering women — bouncers from a city pub, arms folded, eyes burning with loyalty. Sonarika led Anjali into her car, Meghna’s convoy tailing behind. They cut through the busy Mumbai streets like a silent storm, the glasses of the vehicle glinting like daggers in sunlight. As they reached the grimy outskirts of Dilawar’s colony, the air shifted , a cocktail of menace and cheap booze. The colony’s entrance teemed with goons, their glares thick with challenge, but Sonarika didn’t slow down for a heartbeat.

Sonarika stepped out, her red saree flowing like war banners, her anklets chiming like battle drums. The men whistled and sneered, but she strode forward, her chin high, her eyes trained like twin flamethrowers. They soon arrived at the center of the colony where Dilawar's bungalow is. The goons passed lews comments about her , talking about how Dilawar wants to take her to bed. But Sonarika was unbothered , on the contrary it only added more fuel to her inner fire. The goons parted unwillingly, her aura slicing through them. At the lobby of the bungalow was Dilawar, lounging on a broken chair, a gold chain dangling from his thick neck, his oily eyes locking onto her. As he saw her approach, his lips curled into a depraved grin. Sonarika — the woman he had obsessed with was walking straight to him, fury wrapped around her like a second skin.

Without flinching, Sonarika stood inches away from Dilawar. His eyes devoured her curves shamelessly, his fingers twitching as if he could already feel her under his grasp. 

"You might've met women that cowar over your presence Dilawar , fall victim to your deranged nature. I but don't fall in that list , I know how stray dogs like you need to be treated"

"I know Sonarika darling. I do prefer you strong like this" Dilawar retorted with a grin.

"You wanted strength then let me strangle your thirst."

Sonarika snapped open the folder Meghna handed her, thrusting the legal papers into his face. 

"These are restraining orders. You and your scum brother Rafique can’t come within thirty meters of us again. And if you did , both you brothers will rot in the chasm of a prison for the rest of your lives" 

Sonarika hissed. Dilawar acknowledged the legal threat she possessed right now. She tilted her head, her eyes boring into his soul. 

"If I see you or your trash of a brother near my sister or me again,  I promise the next time your little brother won’t just hurt his balls , it will be cut clean off!! "

As Dilawar seethed, Sonarika glared back at him making him feel the heat of the raging fire of hatred inside her. Meghna and the bouncers stepped forward, forming a wall of intimidation. The nearby goons lunged in a last attempt to assert dominance, but the bouncers moved like a pack of wolves, fists crashing into jaws, knees cracking ribs. The colony echoed with groans and curses as Sonarika turned her back on Dilawar. She pulled Anjali along, her hand strong and unwavering. Before slipping into the car, she threw one last glare at Dilawar, her eyes blazing like molten iron. 

"Stay away, or I’ll burn your world into ashes" She snarled.

Dilawar stood frozen, blood pounding in the temple of his head. The woman he craved just humiliated him in front of his entire pack. Rage and lust coiled around his heart like venomous serpents. As the goons who got mauled by the bouncers nursed their wounds and whimpered, one limped up to him. 

"Bhai… what will we do?" He stammered. 

Dilawar’s lips curled into a sinister smirk, his gaze still fixed on where Sonarika had vanished. 

"What else can we do? From now on stay away from her. And check up on Rafique , I need him back here"

"But Bhai , are we seriously going to let her walk away insulting our manhood?"

"Who says we are? She has a wonderful fire in her. She wants to play queen to her kingdom? Fine. Her restraining order only mentions her and that girl. But not her precious loser husband Hemant… and that little bitch of a son of theirs."

A cold, dark glint flickered in Dilawar’s eyes as he leaned back, letting out a low, animalistic chuckle. 

"We’ll make her watch as we turn her loser husband and her son's life into a nightmare…make her wimpy husband beg and cowar before my feet. She thinks she can tame me? She has no idea who she’s dealing with." 

He licked his lips, imagining her defiant stare turning into desperate screams. In that moment, his desire for Sonarika crystallized into an obsession beyond redemption. He promised to himself to break her spirit, piece by piece, until she would crawl to him, begging for mercy. And this time, he vowed, no court order, no law enforcements, no womanly rage would be able to save her from his twisted grasp.

As days went by , some of the busy days of work engulfed Sonarika. At Tanishq, she had just closed two massive investment deals that promised to redefine the brand’s growth. Her colleagues lauded her, her team admired her dedication, and she felt the surge of satisfaction that came with achievement. Yet , a certain emptiness tugged at her heart , a hollow space only one man seemed to occupy.

Lately , Meghna has shown not much interest in their relation. Sonarika believed its probably because of the yatch incident. For most times , she felt gratitude that Meghna might be turning her attention away either by that or her fondness for Disha. But there was some things deep inside bothering her.

When she returned home after long days at work, the warmth of her family usually melted her worries away. Karan’s mischievous giggles as he ran circles around Anjali, Anjali’s bubbly optimism that lit up every corner of the house, and Hemant’s gentle affection , all of it wrapped her in a comforting cocoon. But lately, even the joyous chaos of home couldn’t drown out the persistent echoes of her past. Memories of Vikram Bajaj drifted into her thoughts at the strangest times: in the boardroom, during dinner, or as she helped Karan with his homework. She remembered his magnetic presence, the way his touch had set her soul alight, and how effortlessly he had read her desires.

Sonarika had convinced herself she had moved past Vikram after she ended their affair to protect her family. She had drawn a clear line, buried her emotions, and doubled down on her responsibilities as a wife and mother. But that night at the bachelorette party had undone her fragile resolve. She had lost control, surrendered to an old hunger, and kissed him with all the passion she thought she had long forgotten. Yet, instead of exploiting her vulnerability, Vikram had cared for her tenderly, guarding her dignity through the night. It was this unexpected kindness that haunted her now more than any reckless kiss or heated embrace.

Since that night, Vikram had vanished into the shadows of his business world, leaving only a cryptic message about urgent matters. His silence gnawed at her mind, each day stretching longer in his absence. She missed the intoxicating blend of danger and intimacy they shared , the stolen glances, the secret laughter, the electric charge that seemed to spark whenever he was near. She tried to focus on her work and family, to remind herself of all she had to lose, but her heart betrayed her. She found herself replaying old memories, staring at some of her Bali photos in her social media remembering what they did after taking that pic , and wondering where he was and if he thought of her too.

As evening settled and the stars blinked to life, Sonarika found herself alone on the balcony, the city lights glimmering below. The cool breeze whispered across her skin, carrying with it memories of Vikram’s hands, his warm breath at her ear. Her breath quickened, her thoughts drifting to the place she swore she wouldn’t visit again. Slowly, she closed her eyes, surrendering to the ache inside her, imagining him beside her, touching her, claiming her. In that quiet moment, beneath the vast sky, Sonarika realized she was no longer just missing Vikram , she was yearning for him, slipping deeper into a longing that threatened to consume her entirely.

                                                                                                                                                                                (CHAPTER TO BE CONTD)

[Harry Jordan]

                                                                                                                                              (CHAPTER CONTD)

Then the day of the birthday party night arrived. It was special for the party because both mother and son shared the same birthday. In a funny banter way, Sonarika often claims Karan will forever be her best birthday gift in her life. In the morning , Sonarika and Karan had a video call chat with both Sonarika's parents in Delhi and Hemant's parents in Kerala. Both the old generation giving their best wishes to the current and future one. But Sonarika was in a very rowdy mood tonight as her mind was focused on her family for the night. No Vikram haunted her for the day as her mind was roaming around the memories of her marriage life and sweet moments of her family.


Time went by as the family prepared for the grant birthday party in the evening.

Sonarika stood before the mirror, her fingers delicately adjusting the pleats of her golden embroidered saree. The blouse clung to her curves, revealing glimpses of her toned back and a teasing hint of cleavage through its clever design. Her face glowed with excitement. As she admired herself, she heard the familiar sound of Hemant’s footsteps approaching. Her heart fluttered as she turned slightly, catching sight of him entering the room.

Hemant paused at the door, his gaze drinking her in from head to toe. She did the same at him , acknowledging the ridiculous amounts of change in him. His transformation was nothing short of miraculous , from a soft, unfit figure to the towering, chiseled hunk of a man standing before her now. Sonarika felt her breath hitch as their eyes met. 

"You look... divine" Hemant murmured, his voice low and husky. 

Sonarika laughed softly, the sound ringing like music. 

"Oh? Only divine? I thought I'd hear something more... passionate from my handsome husband" 

She teased, lifting an eyebrow. Hemant stepped closer, his fingers tracing the bare skin of her waist as he whispered. 

"You look like a goddess who descended just to steal my sanity." 

Sonarika giggled, brushing her lips teasingly close to his ear. 

"Hmm... by the way, did you buy me a gift? Or did you forget amidst all your workouts and business?" 

Her voice dripped with mischief, and she watched as Hemant's eyes widened.

"I already bought it" he retorted quickly, a playful defiance in his tone. 

"You'll get it after we cut the cake tonight." 

Sonarika pouted dramatically, leaning closer so her warm breath fanned across his lips. 

"Oh? Keeping secrets from your wife now? You know, that deserves a punishment" 

She warned in a dangerously sweet whisper. She walked to the bedroom door and closed it shut. As she returned to her husband , arriving at his close proximity , her fingers slipped lower, tugging at his pants and belt buckle with a wicked gleam in her eyes.

"Wait… Sona, no... not now" 

Hemant stammered, a shiver running down his spine as her hand confidently unzipped his pants. His weak protest melted into a strangled groan as she knelt before him, her eyes locked onto his with a hunger that made his knees almost buckle. She undid his belt and fished out his hardening cock. 

"I warned you" 

She purred, before taking him fully, her warm lips wrapping around him in a rhythm that sent sparks shooting through his entire body.

"Ahhhh....Sona" 

Hemant groaned his loving wife's name as Sonarika was sucking on his cock with so much abandon that he thought he might pass out. Sonarika continued to slobber all over his cock. She took more of his cock inside of her mouth. He heard her gag as she tried to push it deeper. 

Hemant’s hands instinctively found her hair, his fingers tangling as his head fell back in ecstasy. His hands land on on the back of Sonarika's head to guide her up and down the length of his pole. 

"Sona... oh god... you’re... incredible" he gasped between shallow breaths. 

She hummed softly in response, the vibrations making him twitch and writhe under her expert attention. Sonarika was completely lost in sucking her husband's cock. She was slurping and gagging all around. Her hand was wrapped around the base of his cock, jerking off whatever she couldn't fit inside of her mouth. She continued to use her mouth to bring so much pleasure to him that it almost brought him down to his knees.

"Sona....honey...aahh....I am getting close" 

Hemant said feeling Sonarika going even harder on his cock. Her hand pumping her lips sucking and slurping. 

"I'm so damn close." He warned again.

"I'm about to cum." Hemant moaned as he felt his balls churning. 

"Shit! Shit! SHIT!" 

He yelled in the bedroom as he felt his cock explode with an orgasm that almost knocked him off his feet. Hemant reached to the nearest dresser and tried his best to keep himself up as he filled his wife's mouth with his cum.

He felt every ounce of tension and longing unravel as he spilled himself to her, completely powerless against her devotion and skill.

"Mhhhmmm!" Sonarika moaned as she sucked him dry, drinking every last drop of his cum. 

When Sonarika finally rose, she licked her lips with a satisfied smile, her eyes shimmering with love and triumph. Hemant leaned heavily against the dresser, chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. She helped him fix his clothes, her fingers lingering against his skin, each touch soft and intimate. 

"Get yourself ready husband , I want you on your best behavior tonight" 

She teased, pressing a tender kiss to his lips, tasting the mixture of passion and sweetness that only they shared.

As they stood together, Sonarika leaned her head on his shoulder, her fingers intertwined with his. 

"Happy birthday to the only woman of my life" Hemant said with emotion and warmth

Hemant wrapped his strong arms around her, planting a kiss on her forehead. Their eyes met in the mirror, glowing with affection and unspoken promises. The evening awaited, but in that moment, they were entirely lost in each other , a couple deeply in love, ready to celebrate life together with their son and all the joy that awaited them.

Hemant went to shower as Sonarika completed her make up after cleaning her mouth and went to do the finishing touches for the arrangements. Karan and Anjali arrived from their kids hangout in the playground as Sonarika helped Karan get bathed and dressed up for the evening. Anjali too prepared for her attire for the evening.

The party was about to be an extravagant affair. Karan and Sonarika were dressed in matching color of gold with him wearing gold patterned kurta and white pyjama. Both of them were in a happy mood awaiting the arrival of all the guests. That was when Hemant showed up into the hall dressed up in his costume for the night , He wore a light purple skimmed velvet shirt followed by black blazer pants below along with an open bow tie placed on his shoulders. Anjali and Sonarika looked at him astonished making him look exceptionally different from the way he used to look in the past. Sonarika at times had been stunned noticing the new charm of Hemant , but tonight she was stunned seeing him like an unbelievably charming man. 

Karan giggled and said.

"Wow , Papa. You look like SRK from Ra.One"

Hemant smiled realizing his dress costume was somewhat similar to Shah Rukh Khan's costume from the famous Chammak Challo song in that movie. Only difference being SRK worn a white shirt while Hemant is wearing a light purple hue shirt. 

Sonarika noticed that his shirt buttons were unbuttoned in the top exposing some of his bare chest. Sonarika walked towards him as Hemant greeted her.

"So how do I look my lady?"

Sonarika then buttoned up his shirt covering the display of his bare chest. Hemant noticing the protective side of her.

"Like Karan said , but the only difference is you're sized like as if Shah Rukh Khan ate another Shah Rukh Khan!"

Hemant laughed as Anjali too appreciated his look. Soon some of Karan's friends arrived and the kids got together at the playstation to enjoy some gaming. Hemant welcomed some of the neighbors including Sulochana Aunty and family. Some of the parents of Karan's friends too arrived. They all loved the vibrant decorations and arrangements on this special party. And then Mohit arrived with his father Kunal and mother Mouni. Sonarika first welcomed them after which Hemant joined her. And that was the moment Mouni noticed the new and improved Hemant. She was completely shocked seeing the ridiculous change in him. The different of land and the sky as she still remembered his fat bland appearance in that party years ago and now seeing him looking like a male model. Even the shirt was struggling to hold onto his tight physique and muscles. 

The party started to get to its swing as Sonarika awaited the arrival of Meghna. Priyanka arrived at the party being greeted by Hemant. He introduced her to Kunal as they interacted to recent business happenings.

When other guests arrived , Mouni got a chance to talk alone with Sonarika. 

"I have to say I am definitely shocked" Mouni confessed.

"Shocked for what?"

"Your husband obviously , did you exchange him or something?"

"Don't be ridiculous"

"His transformation is ridiculous"

"Is that so?"

"Precisely , I mean. The first time I saw him was in that party coming with you and that night , he was an overweight , sloggy , bland of an excuse of a personality. A literal personification of Langoor when standing alongside you. But now , he is like the personification of elegance and positive masculinity. If you looked at the old Hemant and this one at the same time , I would say they are two different people"

"That is just the result of his hardwork. He wanted to bring out the best version of himself. And he did that with dedication and concentration to his craft and his health. What you see before you Mouni is the perfect example of a man taking his life back rather than loosing himself in the chaos of the world"

"Now this explains your duality"

"What?"

"Well you know , Vikram and Hemant. Both these men give you something , and now you wanna keep both of them"

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"Oh come on Sonarika. Do I look stupid? You were fine eating your avocadoes and healthy meal with Vikram , but when Hemant transformed from a bland burger to a juicy kabbab , the wife in you have awakened to taste him as well"

"That is a terrible analogy Mouni. And unlike you , I don't choose between my men. I do have a messy life , and I know I strayed , its my fault. But I never differentiated between Hemant and Vikram , both are a mirror of my identity and I am trying to reclaim it and forge a path that will fix everything"

"You keep saying that , and yet here you are. Still not convinced with whom you should go"

"Maybe I want both , ever think of that?"

"Very funny Sonarika. I know Polygamy is a real thing. But this society will never accept that , at the end of the day you'll have to let one go. Its only a matter of time"

"Your wrong Mouni. I will fix my life , and I definitely don't need your opinion for it"

Sonarika walked away a little upset from the conversation with Mouni. Mouni smiled knowing the familiar situation she once went through.

IN THE STREETS OF MUMBAI

Meghna and Disha were on her scooty riding their way through the street to reach Hemant and Sonarika's place to the birthday party. Meghna was wearing a pink satin sleeveless kurti with a white shawl , her specs on her face glowing in the street lights. While Disha was wearing a slim figure hugging mini dress with ample view of her cleavage. They were going by the location of Galaxy Apartments when Meghna told Disha to wait. She was curious to see what was Vikram doing in Sonarika's special night. When she arrived at Vikram's door and ring the bell , she was greeted by the sight of a dull Vikram who was sitting there eating chocolate ice cream.

"Vikram what are you doing here. Aren't you going to attend Sonarika's birthday party?"

"Don't be ridiculous Meghna , tonight is a special night for her and her family. I have no role there"

"You cannot be serious. Just because your relation with her is secret doesn't mean she is not important to you"

"You don't understand Meghna. Our relationship is a little stale , ever since the yatch trip. She still haven't forgiven me and she is right to be mad at me. I want her to be happy on her special day Meghna , that is all I want for her"

"And you think she will be happy knowing you are never going to be there for her?"

"I am not the source of her happiness for tonight Meghna. She has a family , a child , a sister and more importantly a husband she can be happy with. And its best I am not there , but can you do something for me?"

"What is it?"

"Give this gift to her , I've been keeping it packed for a week now. I don't know whether she'll love it or hate it. But I want her to have it. Give my wishes for her Meghna , that's all"

"Vikram , you look miserable"

"I've always been miserable Meghna. Ever since childhood , I've been given a lot and taken a lot from me. I wasn't fortunate enough to get love from mother and father at the same time. I endured the loss of my brother. I lost my Sarika and I had no one to blame for. And now , I am moving away from Sonarika because I am a miserable person. This is always been my fate Meghna , I was destined to always loose something in my life. I guess Sonarika is just another important part of my life that I will have to let go"

"Vikram please, get a hold of yourself"

"Its okay Meghna. I swore to Sonarika that I will not drink anymore and I will honor that promise , not just because of her. But she wanted me to be a better human and I will try being that , regardless of what I loose"

"Okay"

"And please Meghna , don't try to persuade her for me. I want her to be happy , and if her happiness is being with her family then I want that for her. Maybe our relationship was never meant to last. Just don't bother her about me. That's all. Have a nice time at the party. Good night"

"Good night Vikram"

As Meghna was walking away taking Vikram's gift with her. She felt a strange feeling of regret and sadness for Vikram and his life. She wasn't aware he had endured that much tragedy , in that rare moment , she questioned her revenge , to see that guys like Vikram are falling victim to her games. She could understand Sonarika's behavior but she also acknowledged the fact that Vikram accepts his mistake.

Meghna was still curious though as she reached Disha and got into the back of her scooty. They continued their journey to Sonarika's place. Her mind was curious , wondering what change Hemant was gone through to the point Sonarika is unwilling to let him go. They rode swiftly towards their destination as the sun had set and the nightlife in Mumbai started to awaken.

The moment Meghna and Disha stepped into the elegantly decorated hall of Sonarika and Hemant's apartment home, they felt the electric charge in the air. Color lights twinkled, children ran around with balloons, and soft music hummed in the background. But all of this faded for them when their eyes found Hemant. Disha felt her breath hitch as she saw her former boss in his light purple hue shirt, the open bow tie casually dbangd over his shoulders, his blazer pants hugging his strong frame just right. She had always fantasized about him, even when he was just her strict, slightly boring boss at QUADRON. But today, he looked like a dream sculpted by desire itself. 

But as Meghna noticed Hemant , she had a hard time believing her eyes. She checked her specs in her face as if its trying to fool her with some visual trickery but no , it was really Hemant. But not the borning , simple , fat bellied , slow poked , hard to breath , below average guy Hemant but rather strong , handsome , dashing , alluring , a never before seen Hemant. Meghna had a hard time contemplating if this was really him , how can a man that was the last person to be anywhere charming end up become the personification of style and statement. Her mind only had one person she could compare with and it was Vikram , Vikram in his elite meets , dressed in sharp and precise suits that were tailored and ironed to display his royalty and allure. Hemant on the other hand ditched the tie , has no jacket but instead his well maintained and smooth shirt doing a little job of hiding his muscular frame. He was already a large man when he was fat , but now getting into shape , he has become a six and a half feet of sex appeal and charm.

Meghna, felt a strange flutter in her chest. She remembered him as a chubby, unimpressive man in the past — how could this be the same person? Her disbelief melted into a kind of intoxicating fascination, a warmth that pooled funny thoughts in her mind.

As Hemant moved around greeting guests with that confident, easy smile, he ended up meeting Disha as she looked back with a smile. Hemant greeted her with a hug as Disha felt that hug creating  a sudden vortex of reactions in her mind and body. Flashes of naughty scenarios going through her brain as she separates from Hemant.

Her fling with Meghna was thrilling, yes, but this was something different — an old forbidden fantasy now embodied in living, breathing perfection. Each movement of Hemant’s broad shoulders, the gentle way he held his son, the way his shirt clung to his sculpted chest — it all drove her mad with a new, unexpected hunger. She found herself comparing him to the shallow men she had dated, none of whom exuded this dangerous mix of charm and raw masculinity.

The cake-cutting ceremony commenced, and everyone gathered around the beautiful mother and son duo. Sonarika and Karan giggled, smeared a bit of frosting on each other, and then lovingly fed Hemant. Disha felt a pang of envy so sharp it almost made her dizzy — how lucky Sonarika was to share those intimate, picture-perfect moments with him. Hemant had a radiant smile as he bent down to kiss his wife’s cheek, his hand resting protectively on her lower back. 

Photographers flitted around, capturing the family in loving poses. Sonarika leaned into Hemant’s chest, her face glowing with happiness and pride. Meghna felt her own heart twist as she watched her best friend’s joy. But instead of pure affection, she felt a strange pulse directed wholly at her best friend's new and improved husband — it was electric, almost primal. Disha stood beside her, hands clenched at her sides, unable to stop staring. Their eyes met briefly, and both women recognized the same wild spark in each other. For Disha, it was a bittersweet torture, realizing the man she had fantasized about now stood before her, unattainable yet so close she could almost taste him.

Meghna got a chance to meet with Sonarika in private.

"So , now I finally understand your turmoil" Meghna stated.

"You now? I just managed to ignore Mouni saying the same thing ok"

"What did she say?"

"A terrible analogy with food regarding Vicky and Hemant"

"Let me guess , Hemant is the Kabbab?"

"What? How did you know?"

"I mean , it makes sense. When you said Hemant has changed , I didn't expect a transformation to this level"

"Yeah , sometimes I am stunned too. But I definitely appreciate it"

"Oh that I know , considering you just abandoned your boyfriend"

"What are you talking about?"

"When I came here , I made a pit stop at Vikram's place. He said you are still salty and angry regarding the incident in the yatch"

Sonarika realized Vikram was still initiating that part of his plan , his planned separation from her. She decided to act along. 

"Is that so? What was he doing?"

"Oh he definitely wasn't drunk. He said he promised you he will never touch alcohol again and he intends to be faithful to that promise. It looked ridiculous seeing him eating chocolate ice cream in a bowl sitting on the couch all messy"

"He was eating chocolate ice cream?"

"Yeah , he was. Why did you ask?"

"Well , its my desired eating habit. Eating chocolate ice cream in a bowl"

"Oh , so I guess the compatibility between you two are more than moderate I guess"

"Stop it Meghna"

"Fine , here you go. Vikram wanted you to have this"

Meghna handed over a small giftbox to Sonarika. It had a symbol that resembled the letter V , but from a specific angle , a curve layer forms on top of the V forming a heart shape. Sonarika appreciated the design and the subtlety in his message.

Sonarika in that moment thought about him. The whole day she managed not to think of her struggles and focused on her family , her commitment to Hemant. But right now , as Meghna gave this gift , as she described how miserable he was , she knew Vikram was depressed from the reality of them separating. She looked at it for few seconds and then tried her best to put a lid to her emotions as she kept the gift in her bedroom and continued with the party. 

As the party wounded down and guests started drifting away, Meghna and Disha slipped out together, sharing a knowing, heated glance. Meghna felt a deliciously wicked urge bubbling up inside her. She turned to Disha, her lips curling into a mischievous smile. 

As they were on Disha's scooter riding away , Meghna decided to get a bit adventurous. Her hand travelled down near her crotch area and Meghna noticed Disha's body was pulsing. She soon noticed her hand trying to reach her nether regions as Disha warned her.

"Meghna , please don't do that. Or else we will end up in the bottom of a truck!"

"Well , you are pulsing. I wonder why"

"I think you already know that answer Meghna"

"Yup , I definitey do. And you're right , he has definitely changed. I am astounded by his tranformation. Its like they are two different persons"

"No , its the same. Even back then , I used to admire him because of his kind nature and warm attitude. The only negative I found was his out of shape appearance. And seeing him transform before my eyes , he turned into a complete package for me"

"That explains the pulsing of your body right now"

"That is not the only reason. A few hours ago when he first meet me , he embraced me and his hand grinded on my butt. At that moment , I really wished he would grab my butt and squeeze it. His warmth , that heat of his body , the tightness in his arms. It was intoxicating"

"Goodness young lady , you're completely attracted to him!"

"You don't say. Sometimes even I feel embarassed of myself. I've been working his same position in QUADRON right now , which means his cabin is my cabin. There are times I would just sit in the chair he used to sit in the past and create naughty thoughts in my head"

"Like?"

"Like , during our work days , when I started the rumor that I was having an affair with my boss. The rumor helped in getting control on some of the male employees. I never gave those rumors much thought. When he got into shape and came to the office in his final days in QUADRON as a charmer. I really wished those rumors were true"

"So you imagined those rumors in your head in that cabin didn't you?"

"Yeah"

"What kind of imaginations Disha?"

"Its pretty naughty"

"Well , we're both in a very naughty mood"

"Not now missy. If we do this now , this will be our last naughtiness"

Both of them giggled as they rode off to Meghna's apartment.

Meghna and Disha stumbled into the apartment, their laughter echoing through the empty space. The birthday party had been wonderful, a whirlwind of happy moments and friendly times that left them both wholesome and warm. But it was the sight of Hemant that had left the most lasting impression. His transformation was nothing short of astonishing, and it had sparked a flame in both of them. And remembering him made them both breathless and giddy.

Meghna's pink kurti clung to her, the white shawl dbangd carelessly around her shoulders. Disha's miniskirt dress hugged her curves, a tantalizing sight that made Meghna's heart race. Their eyes met, and the air between them crackled with electricity.

Without a word, they moved towards each other, their lips meeting in a passionate kiss. Clothes began to fall away, the kurti ripping as Disha tugged it off Meghna's shoulders. Their breaths mingled, heavy with desire, as they moved towards the bedroom.

Meghna was soon ready with her strap on. Disha could feel the tip of the lubricated strap on rub up and down her tummy as Meghna continued to grind against her once or twice more before pulling back. Meghna grabbed the fake cock about to guide it down when Disha placed her hand over Meghna’s and the strap on.

"Wait....let me lead it..."

Meghna smiled as she let Disha take control. Meghna began sucking on Disha’s neck as Disha led the rubber toy over her mound and across her awaiting entrance. She gleamed towards Meghna who had a look of total lust in her eyes as she imperceptibly thrust the cock forward into Disha. 

"mmmm"

Disha gasped as she felt the cock burrow deep inside her. She could feel that inane sense of fullness that only a cock could bring. Meghna let it lie in her for a moment before slowly retracting and beginning again.

Disha could feel her desire rise and with it an oncoming orgasm, the strap on sliding in and out of her with ease as Meghna handled it like someone with plenty of experience. Between Meghna's probing tongue and the shaft of the fake cock , Disha was loosing herself.

"Wow.....this feels so good...ahhh.." Disha moaned her appreciations.

"Ahhh....you wanna make it better Disha?" Meghna asked in baited breaths.

"Yessss...." Disha confessed.

"Then forget me.....think of him....aaahhh...think of your boss....I am not the one fucking you....ahhh....its him.....ahhh.....its Hemant..."

"Ahhh...aahhh.....its hard to do....aaahhh....because....mmm.....you don't have his physique...hmmm"

"Then imagine it......mmmhhh....aahhh...imagine his rough hands.....imagine if he actually gropped your butt few hours ago like this.....ahhhh"

Saying that Meghna clenched her fingers on Disha's succulent ass. Her fingers clinging into her flesh.

Disha to searched out Meghna’s tongue with her own as the older woman subtly worked the strap on deep inside Disha. She alternated between slow deep thrusts and quick shallow nudges, driving Disha into a state of ecstasy. Disha moaned as she felt Meghna’s thumb brush her clit and gently stroke in time with her thrusts.

The room filled with the sound of their ragged breaths, their moans echoing off the walls. Meghna's thrusts grew more insistent, Disha's desire building as she imagined Hemant's hands on her body. Her cries grew louder, her body shaking as she was reaching her climax.
Meghna had her pinned to the bed and was fucking her for all she was worth. She moved her hips in faster, trying to drive her partner closer and closer to an orgasm.

"Oh Meghna! Oh Ah!" 

Disha moaned clearly on the brink. Meghna dropped her hand and began to fiddle with Disha's clit.

"YES! YES! YES YESYESYESYESYESYESYESYES." 

Disha shouted. Meghna had one more weapon in her arsenal. She took her finger that was coated in Disha's pussy juice and proceeded to push them against her ass.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" 

Disha screamed as her eyes rolled back into her head and an intense orgasm hit her sexy body harder than Meghna had anticipated.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHH" 

Disha continued screaming in that orgasm that seemed intense and longer. Disha’s long awaited orgasm caused her body to shake violently for a brief moment then all her muscles went limp. As if she was drained out of energy and stregth.

Meghna comforted her as she was recovering.

"So , how was it"

"The best ever!"

"Is that so?"

"Yeah , it was like I was being fucked by two of my favorite people"

"So you did imagine me as well"

"Well , I am familiar with your fucking. Not by boss's"

"Tell me Disha , what were those naughty thoughts in your head?"

"Oh , its the office sex scenario. I sit on the chair he sat long ago. In a way  , I feel a warmth from him. To me its embarassing , because I am sexualizing my own mentor"

"There is no problem in that? There is a reason you sexualize him."

"Yeah , he has set a really high standard for men in my life. There are very few like him"

"But do you think he is feisty in bed? I've been friends with Sonarika and I can tell you , long ago , she wasn't satisfied"

"She is definitely satisfied now. I mean look at him"

"The physique doesn't matter if he is not packing downstairs"

"Oh he is definitely packing downstairs"

"How do you know?"

"Well"

"Don't tell me you've seen him nude"

"No , not at all. But I did see him once working out in the gym below our office on early morning. He was working out in shorts and I definitely saw an outline that was moving inside it"

"My goodness woman , you are a creep!"

"Like I said , I am smitten by him. Its a good thing he left Quadron , or else I might've tried to turn the affair rumor about us into a reality"

"You can still do"

"NO , even though I am smitten by him. I respect the boundaries of his family life. He deeply loves Sonarika madam and has a wonderful son. To me he will always be a wonderful man and a great inspiration. But deep inside , he will also stay a guilty pleasure that I will only observe and never approach"

Disha was feeling weak from the incredible orgasm she had so she started to pass out. Meghna happily caressed her as she drifted off to sleep. Meghna’s mind was still humming with the echoes of the birthday party as she slipped away from Disha’s sleeping form and padded softly into her study. The air felt thick with possibility, her bare legs brushing against the wooden chair as she sat down. Her thoughts wandered inevitably to Hemant , the new, chiseled Hemant who seemed to radiate an effortless magnetism she hadn’t noticed before. His broad shoulders, his strong jawline, the way his stance emanated with casual power; it all looped in her mind like a dangerous mantra. Meghna tugged at her kurti’s hem absentmindedly, her breath shallow and restless, each memory igniting something primal beneath her skin.

She felt a shift in the room, a presence behind her that made her spine tingle. Turning around, her breath caught. 

Hemant stood there, as vivid and solid as the ache in her chest. Before she could even find words, he closed the distance, his lips trailing across her face, her jaw, her sensitive neck. Meghna whimpered, trying weakly to push him away, but each touch unraveled her resolve, melting her defiance into a pool of want. When his hands found her waist, lifting her effortlessly onto her work desk, her mind dissolved into a haze of heat and tremors.

Their bodies collided with a desperate rhythm, Hemant’s grip on her hips grounding her as he thrust deeper into her fantasy. Meghna clutched at his shoulders, nails digging in, every nerve alive with electricity. The stack of papers beneath her crumpled, pens clattered to the floor, but she was beyond caring. The room shrank to the raw, shuddering intimacy of their joined bodies, her head fell back into the dim-lit air. The crescendo built rapidly inside her, rising higher than she’d ever allowed herself to climb — a reckless, all-consuming wave that threatened to drown her.

And then, as her orgasm tore through her, Meghna’s eyes snapped open to the crushing silence of reality. She was standing by the window, her fingers still clenched into the curtain, sweat beading on her forehead. No Hemant. No heaving breaths or strong arms. Just the faint hum of the ceiling fan and Disha’s muffled breathing from the other room. Staggering back, she glanced at her trembling hands, the remnants of her imagined lover fading like a dream. 

Slowly, she slipped back into the bedroom, finding Disha still lost in her own satiated slumber. Disha lay there, limbs spread in surrender, still dreaming perhaps of the man Meghna had tempted her to conjure. Meghna stood in the doorway for a moment, her gaze unreadable, then reached for a cigarette and lit it by the window, the smoke curling around her like a secret. Hemant’s image refused to leave her, no longer just an annoying presence in her plans for her best friend and her lover but an invader in her imagination and fascination. As she exhaled, her lips parted with a strange, involuntary smile—because she knew something had shifted tonight. The game had only just begun.


BACK IN HEMANT'S APARTMENT


Sonarika sat on the edge of the bed, her fingers trembling slightly as they traced the delicate wrapping gifts before her. The house had grown silent after hours of laughter and cake—Karan had fallen asleep clutching a new toy, and Hemant was in the balcony, enjoying his moment of quiet. She sighed, remembering the warmth in Hemant’s eyes when he handed her his gift, the pride in his voice as he called her his strength. He had seen her as the gentle force that had pulled him from the abyss of illness, inspiring him to reclaim his health and spirit. As she unwrapped his gift, it was a small statue showpiece of a traditional Indian king and queen posing together, she read the letterings in the bottom of the statue on the plak. 

'We’ll keep moving together. This is our kingdom' 

It was a token of gratitude, of devotion, of a man who adored her as the foundation of his world.

She set the showpiece aside gently, her eyes shifting to the smaller, more discreet package that had arrived through Meghna's hands, hidden among the pile of other gifts. Vikram’s handwriting leaped out at her, curling and bold, echoing his restless energy. As she untied the ribbon, her breath caught; inside lay a delicate pendant shaped like a bird mid-flight, shimmering as if it were alive. 

Sonarika could not believe it. She knew that pendant. On the first day of their stay in Bali , when they went shopping , Sonarika saw this pendant as a showcase , it resonated with her but upon seeing the pricetag and how expensive it was. She let it go , her mind still clinging to her ordinary lifestyle. It turns out , Vikram did buy that pendant. And now he has gifted it to her!

Along with that pendant had a greeting card , which had a poem written in Vikram's amazing handwriting pattern.

Two birds take wing beneath a crimson dawn,

Their hearts alight with secrets yet unspoken.

Through endless skies, they chase the sun beyond,

In love and flight, all limits fall — all worlds thrown open.

Vikram saw her not as an anchor, but as a wild, untamed spirit. Through his eyes, she felt like the wind, free and infinite, unbound by the everyday obligations that tied her to Hemant. The pendant felt like an invitation, a whispered promise of adventures beyond the borders of her current life—of nights wrapped in stolen kisses and mornings painted with sunrises on distant shores.

Yet as she held both gifts in her hands, Sonarika’s heart seemed to split along an invisible seam. With Hemant, she felt safe, cherished, a goddess within the temple of his devotion. He depended on her strength, saw her as the beating heart of their family. But with Vikram, her pulse quickened in ways she could scarcely admit even to herself; he saw her not as someone to be leaned upon but as someone to run alongside into the unknown. Each man offered her a mirror reflecting a different version of herself: the nurturer, the adventurer; the rooted tree and the soaring bird. Her mind flickered between them like a restless flame, questioning whether it was possible—or fair—to hold both dreams within the same fragile vessel of her heart.

Tears welled in her eyes as she pressed the bird pendant to her lips, her mind awash in conflicting tides of love and longing. Was her heart big enough to cradle two worlds without tearing itself apart? Could she continue dancing between warmth and wildfire without consuming herself? Sonarika felt the weight of her choices gathering in her chest, each breath a delicate negotiation between fidelity and freedom. Tonight, amidst the afterglow of birthday candles and the hush of her sleeping family, she felt herself standing at a precipice—achingly aware that her feelings for both men was real, yet unable to see where this dangerous, luminous path might lead her.

Out the bedroom , in the balcony , Hemant was sitting in the chair contemplating about the events of these few days. But one name and face echoed in his mind , a face he lost long ago. Ashnoor was imbedded as a source of pain in his body , a greiving loss he still haven't recovered. Now when he is in the sensational pedestal of fame , his mind remembers her. A promise he made for her , a forever after in a different world. All of it came shattered down in a night of tears and suffering. A night he never thought he would ever recover from.

As he was sitting there exhausted from the chaos of a wonderful birthday party. He felt somewhat at peace. He picked up his phone and checked out the social media. Sonarika as it turns out posted the pictures of her family in her profile , earning praises from everyone. Hemant surfed the socials and eventually he ended up checking out Pranitha's social media which definitely stunned him.

Pranitha posted a picture about few hours ago , posing in a black bikini and an open shirt waving like a flag standing near a pool and across that pool was the vibrant sea. Hemant deduced the place was definitely some resort in Maldives and he confirmed it when he saw a resort name being tagged to it. Her amazing body on display with a quote on her photo's description.

'Here for the ocean breeze, the sun on my skin, and the joy of simply existing — not for your unsolicited opinions or wandering eyes. Keep your gaze, I’ll keep my freedom'

Hemant for some reason felt like this pic was posted by her to mock him. Considering their last conversation ended in a condescending note. He immediately checked Rony's profile just for a little clarification for himself and that definitely gave him clarity. Rony's last pic which he posted just an hour before Pranitha posted had the same view of the sea. And that photo too had the same resort tagged. This cleared the doubt in his head realizing that Pranitha and Rony are most likely trying to rekindle their lost spark.

As Hemant was thinking about these things. His thoughts were abrupty interrupted when he recieved a message on his phone. A private message that only said

'Package Is Being Delivered'

All the different thoughts and pains he was experiencing few minutes ago just vanished in an instant. His mind was engulfed into the plans and motives that has been rupturing his mind for some time. He stood up and looked to the view of the city as he braced for something. As if waiting for a reaction.


SAME TIME IN SHANGHAI, CHINA. 


The streets of Shuangqiao Nancun was more crowded than last time , with an important cultural festival coming , there were decorations being made on street sides. And through that streets , a caucasian woman this time was walking holding a briefcase. Her destination was the familiar Golden Yang Hotel. She arrived at the reception deck asking the woman behind the desk of Ricky Tan. She led the woman upstairs to the main room of the manager , where Ricky Tan was resting , sitting on his chair looking over his hotel lobby and the street below.

His employee escorted the woman in as Ricky Stood up seeing the familiar caucasian woman.

"Mr.Tan , I am here to deliver a message"

She opened the briefcase on the table before him and picked up an envelope. Ricky took the envelope from her as she closed the briefcase. He opened it and the moment he took out its content , the blood on his body went cold.

The envelope contained images of the notorious WuTang brothers , but not alive. Images showed their corpses with one of the brother having a decapitated head. Ricky was terrified seeing the sight. He remembered the words he said to his assistant when he ordered the brothers to take out the target.

'If he is some average , common man. These brothers are more than enough. But if that guy is indeed Michael King , then even the whole of THE TRIAD won't be enough!'

These photos gave him the much needed confirmation. He was hoping the target was some random guy , but these images, it showed the telltale sign that they have found him. As he was looking at the photos , his phone lit up with a private number calling. A chill ran on his spine as he looked up towards the caucasian woman. The woman smiled and responded.

"You should take it. That call is important"

With trembling hands , Ricky picked up the call , he answered it and put it into his ears.

"Hello" He said with baited breath waiting for the response from the other side.

The other side was in Mumbai , right there in that balcony, Hemant had his phone planted to his ear as the archangel ring tied on a thread was wrapped around his shoulder while the thumb on his other hand was massaging the Garuda ring on his index finger. Within the calmness of the night sky , Hemant said with a low but defiant tone.

"Ricky Tan....We Need To Talk!"

                                                                                                                                                                                END OF CHAPTER 16

[Blackdick11]

Was literally about to ask for the next update and bam, chapter 16 already dropped! gonna dive in and drop my thoughts soon

[RCF]

This story is so messed up on so many levels that I can't even fathom where to begin, need time to write up!

[RCF]

I get it, I mean who doesn’t. This story has a lead protagonist, and he is KGF’s rocky in the past and living a simple life now. The dual identity of superman/Clark is well established but this one is annoying to the level that every character built around is to elevate him to some extent, their actions though dumb are written on only one sole purpose and that is to mistreat or misunderstand our superhero then realize and hype him up. I mean common, it gets tiring after a while and become monotonous and brings out vibes of fake persona, unrealistic human living among us.

I am literally shocked that Tamanna fell for Sandeep, and he already got her to bed…after all the threat and the type of human he is shown and his sole aim is to get her, he simply gets her in few days. Hemant hypes about Tamanna before Sonarika as she is the smartest in the room lol
Then next we see they dance, fuck well in a boat. The one who knows Hemant well now simply misunderstands him out of nowhere and that too for Sandeep, what the hell! Ya write nonsense on every character as if their sole purpose is to hype Hemant to the sky (even though it means destroying their own character) when they realize their mistake, that is the sole purpose of this story. What’s the point of glorifying Tamanna’s character so well when your intention is to make her sleep with a cheap character…only to realize the greatness of Hemant once again, doesn’t other characters in this story has no brains? Anyone with sane mind can see through Sandeep and his intentions and his attitude…Now Tamanna is shown as someone who doesn’t even have proper capabilities to judge a character? Then not only her, but Hemant is also the one who tells her he is good person inside despite outside persona, I mean what the hell…Didn’t he see so many times this same person insulted him publicly repeatedly, how can he be a good person and why would he endorse him to Tamanna? Only after he says he is a good person, she started to take him seriously.

Then, Mouni…Again what the hell!
So, if she sees her husband changing again right before her eyes, is it all fault of Hemant? Everyone is pissed at him for no reason then eventually believe either he fixed their life, or he is this god living among humans that they need to realize and be awestruck with his personality, is that the sole purpose of this story? Yes her husband pushed her into an affair with Sagar but if she really like Sagar or Like her changed Kunal, she could simply choose or ignore so one day her husband will make the choice, why lament on Hemant and also why would she hate and have fights over her husband when her original intention of welcoming her affair with Sagar was because she couldn’t recognize her husband, now he is back she is feeling bad? Also, she should have understood that Sagar is requesting Kunal that means the alpha needs Beta around to fuck her otherwise he is not interested so why would she even be with Sagar anymore? Sane minds are rare in this story….

And then entire paragraphs of over and over body shaming from the women brigade in this story is exhausting…Its like all women were sitting on a hanging thread all these days and suddenly it’s a high voltage wired jolt they got from seeing Hemant that they start crooning over him from friends, women in the story to the celebrities…the dosage of manliness of Hemant is excruciating to a point it pains to read more and more…

Not only that, the whole past like Basha movie, who is auto driver now but once a Mumbai don vibe is so repetitive and Michael King is giving me cringe rather than it flows smoothly with the story. Cut down the hype man, it is turning out to be unrealistic at this point.

Then, the main focal point of the story, the love angles in this story…. Sonarika is pathetic and twisted.
She calls one her soul while other her liberator…what the helllll
If every woman feels they are bound by their marriage and needs animalistic sex on the name of freedom and free bird concept, the institution of marriage wouldn’t have survived so well all over the world. Esp when she is well satisfied by her husband and still, we see the cravings and feelings for her lover on the name of passion is so out of context and feel disconnected and disoriented. Either you love your life, or you do not, there won’t ever be a mixed feelings for love…
Even in her place of peace or calm as she proclaims she is craving for Vik and even when she is sharing the most intimate moment with her husband, she remembers Vik, Last episode author gave me concept of lust vs choice, now it turned to loving two men and polygamy…
Now the story it will turn into something very bad if predictions are true…She will continue to harbor and enjoy both her men, Hemant realizing the betrayal also adapts to polygamy lol since he is already attracted to Pranitha and there are few celebrities lying around to open their legs for him…The novelty with which the story started is lost by this time, now the story is about blood , revenge and that is more alluring then these mindless love triangles and pathetic fake persona’s of women characters in this story…Only Tamanna held her head high till now and that too was taken out in last chapter…at this point I like Vikram character much better than Hemant. Sad but true, at least it sounds grounded and closer to reality.

~RCF

[Harry Jordan]

I get it, I mean who doesn’t. This story has a lead protagonist, and he is KGF’s rocky in the past and living a simple life now.…at this point I like Vikram character much better than Hemant. Sad but true, at least it sounds grounded and closer to reality.

~RCF

Thank you for your review.

I get your take. But I already stated it when I began this story , it will be a bit filmy. I never envisioned this story to be "realistic" in the sense. This story was a pet project for an animated movie for me. I have simply mixed some spicy stuffs and shared the story here. Hemant/Michael's arc is meant to be a grand spectacle. Even the "Heist" arc is supposed to showcase him as this master planner. Now I will admit , the "hyping" thing is getting repetative , and half the reason for that is I am stalling Hemant's full transformation for a certain point in the story. Because once that point of the story is crossed , the action segments will take over to the max. This "WuTang" thing was just a small teaser , once the truth goes out. Many will come.

I can understand the Tamanna's criticism but I have still not revealed an important aspect of her arc in "Voyage Of Love". I was supposed to add the restaurant meet between Hemant and Tamanna and a few other conversations but it stretched a bit longer which is why I am saving it for the next chapter. There was a reason why the Sandeep and Tamanna's intimate encounter was "Short and Sweet" , and the reason will be revealed eventually in their interactions. And for Hemant defending Sandeep , its pretty clear , he is giving him second chance solely because of his history and importance Sandeep's father has in Hemant's life. But he has definitely crossed the breaking point now so Sandeep won't get lucky next time.

As for the girls , well Disha's character always had the crush on Hemant. She used to admire him as her superior for his kind nature , and now that he's got back in shape , there is a different kind of attraction in her. That being said , her attraction is strightly of a "Crush" nature , and not something serious. She does enjoy his closeness but Disha is not the kind of character that will try to seduce or tempt Hemant for a physical relationship because she understands him as person more. As for Meghna , if you seriously think Meghna will try to woo Hemant now then you're sadly mistaken. She is not that type of character. Sure she had a hallucinating sequence , but even by that end , Meghna wasn't thinking about wooing him , she just uncovered a new layer to ruin her best friend's life further.

As for Sonarika , the idea of polygamy for her is her mind making the excuses for her decisions. She is lost in her temptations just like many of the married women in society. And right now her mind is clouded to make any rational decisions before her because she is tempted by both her paths. Not to forget , Sonarika didn't even think about Vikram on her special day , her mind was involved with her family and even having intimate encounters with Hemant. It was only until Meghna arrived with a present from Vikram that her mind thought about him. Even Mouni taunted her with Vikram and she wasn't bothered by it. Because deep down Sonarika knows the real truth about herself , her attraction towards Vikram is purely sexual but Vikram isn't seeking just a sexual relationship. This is Sonarika's consequence that looms before her , if she chooses Vikram , her family will be forever fractured. If she chooses Hemant , she will break and ruin Vikram's heart and feelings. Either way she will be responsible for someone's terrible fate. But she is not seeing that path before her , because her mind is clouded with the duality of her heart and no Ragini present to bring her to the ground.


Last and foremost , another important thing I would like to add , Hemant's arc might seem like everyone is appreciating him. For example , the Manish Malhotra bash angle was written in a way to not show that Hemant was turning some "Alpha" in his own might. But rather , the trauma and PTSD that still haunts him. For a rational person , fame is a blessing and a great gift. But for Hemant , it looms like a curse , as it only brings pain to his life. Even in the highest point of his life , he is haunted by the dark past and it gives the character the perfect mix of depth and at the same time vibrance. And that is the point of this story. This story is not just about a cheating angle , or just some adultery saga. The title is literally "Love , Sex and War" 


So don't expect a "realistic" approach to a story where there is a rising businessman and ex-kingpin planning a heist on the the city's most secure infrastructure owned by the richest family in the country who also has ties to an international drug peddling syndicate and that very syndicate members are scared of this same "Ex-Kingpin" who once kicked their asses with his faction. This was always meant to be a larger than life story , just there will be a lot of spice and "Sexual Tadka" involved.


Once again I welcome your criticism.

[RCF]

My criticism comes from the fact that I like the story, I never comment on a story and review it if I do not like it. I like the screen play very much, its the dialogues some times are really filmy lol

I understand the filmy angle and the action sequences, they seem natural than the whole Hemant persona..I like him until he worked hard to turn himself into his former self, after that I felt the swooning of the ladies around him went over board as if they did not see a chiseled man in their life...Half of them were body shaming him before he changed his physique which again showed the true nature of the women. Now every one's arc is some what merging to a focal point of hyping up of Hemant, which is getting monotonous.
Add to the fact that the story begins and continues with an assumption that only a fit man can satisfy his wife which is not true, Even a pot belly one can fuck for more than hour, it depends on how skillfully he is using his tool but I get it.

Also there are some too many convenient forced scenarios which were carefully woven to make the story length drag for ever. Ex: I would have expected Dheeraj to be there on his anniversary party, and the whole episode of Sonarika would have been exposed but it was postponed.

Anyways your story telling is still spectacular and entertaining. Please give regular updates...delay at this point will slow the pace.

~RCF

[Akashkhan0672]

Wow.. Love you boss

[Speedy21]

The love triangle ...... Is getting twisted a lot..... One is gone a lose al of it.... I wonder everyone think hemant pony.... I do believe in heroism but there is lot weight put on hemant... Bcoz his good guys... That what gud guyz do... Patience.trust.. believe ...will c wer that leads to......

[Pardhu7_secret]

Yea finally the much awaited birthday party happened. I was waited for meghana s reaction when she saw hemanths changeover. And as I guess now meghana might change her plan little bit. I.e., she attracted to hemanth and try close to him. Likewise. I really liked the chapter 16 man. Eagerly waiting for hemanth slice toxix brother's brutally infront of angali, sonarika and meghana and that security officer officer. Waiting waiting man..
Take your own time. Be healthy and be creative...

[Blackdick11]

Sonarika is in the thick of emotional hell right now — and her internal landscape is a battlefield of conflict, confusion, and duality. she’s not just torn between two men... she’s torn between two identities, and the pressure is mounting by the minute. she isn’t struggling with right vs. wrong — she’s struggling with real vs. real
affair between sonarika and vikram began as purely sexual, but now it has gone beyond that. the question is — how did it turn into love? maybe it’s because she saw a new side of him...
also...hemant’s life isn’t any easier—he’s juggling his business, handling enemies, and dealing with girls’ drama... but the one thing that sets him apart from sonarika? he hasn’t crossed the line yet. he’s still loyal to his wife.
as for meghna... it’s hard to believe, but there’s a subtle shift in her. she seems completely mesmerized by hemant’s transformation—even hallucinating about him, which is totally unexpected since she is the one who used to hate him like crazy...for a moment, I thought,,, has she had a change of heart? really? no more revenge?but that subtle, villainous smile of her…
No — the real game is just getting started.

[ricah43165]

Love, lust & confusion...sonarika is stuck between two parts of her life.
one part is her marriage with hemant...safe, loving, and stable.
the other part is her attraction to vikram...wild, passionate, and forbidden.
she’s trying to balance both, like walking on a tightrope.
but every step is getting harder.
the more she hides her feelings, the more pressure she feels.
sooner or later, she will lose her balance.
and when she does, someone will get hurt — maybe even everyone.

[Kamuk Insaan]

Hey Harry, when can we expect the next update? saturday like usual, or earlier?

[Harry Jordan]

UPDATE.

A Quick Headsup , Next Chapter will be posted Tomorrow as I am still polishing it. There is a chance this chapter might be short and lack of sex but will be focused on carrying the plot forward. Its basically a somewhat filler episode focusing on some character arc and introducing one major villain of part 1. There will be a tiny bit of violence and a bit action but it will be integral to drive the conflict further.

[SMOD-P]

Waiting

[Blackdick11]

Finally, the protagonist is going to get his main rival.

[ricah43165]

Where's chapter 17? still waiting for it...