Adultery Love Sex And War Part 1 : Age Of Darkness

[EPLOVER4U]

My friend, I completely agree with some of your points—just like you said, this site has become one where people simply don’t like stories where, in the end, the husband wins. That’s exactly why most authors here write stories that justify only the cheating spouse, and in a way, readers like us are also partly responsible for this trend.  

But even among stories where the wife cheats with another man, there are two categories: where no one takes seriously if justice is served or not:-

a) Some stories are meant purely for entertainment (I’m sure you know what kind of entertainment). With those stories, I never expect justice for the husband, nor do I take them seriously. We hardly connect emotionally with these tales because they don’t really show deep love, marriage, sacrifice, or emotion between husband and wife. The husband’s role is barely present, his feelings barely shown—main focus is always on the wife’s cheating and her adventures. That’s why we don’t get attached or expect justice for the husband.

b) Some stories start with the husband already a cuckold—so expecting justice for him doesn’t even feel right.


Still, there’s another kind of stories —where you see real love between husband and wife, their struggles, deep bond, family ties, respect and affection, with both sides’ feelings given equal depth and importance. With these, we get emotionally invested, and if the wife cheats, the husband truly *should* get justice. That’s the perspective I’m trying to share.— and this story of Harry comes in this very special catagory!!

As for @game40it stories, I’m pretty new here, so by the time I read them, they were already old and completed long ago—my opinion doesn’t matter much now.  

Same for Krish’s stories—I haven’t read any of them yet , so can’t comment, but I’d love your advice if I should check them out!

For the rest of your comment I would Just say —Very well said , my friend. I truly believe your thoughts are clear and honest—and honestly, I fully agree with you. 

I’d also like to add: it’s the responsibility of both readers and writers to support and create stories with fresh perspectives, so the platform avoids just following one trend all the time. 

Imagine if sometimes the husband got justice or the ending was different—maybe more readers would connect, and those stories would stick in people’s hearts. 

Everyone’s opinion matters—whether you read the story long ago or now, your viewpoint is always unique.  

Also, I know stories like these may not get much response in the beginning. But someone needs to start, and believe me—even if it happens slowly, that author will eventually find a good audience. 

This is how the pattern of always showing the husband as a loser or deprived of justice will finally start to change.

Regards 

Rocky ❤️

surely i will share rocky, you can start with this ACON & to the surprise you will see how the g8t krish story is not hyped because it not on the trend

also here some

NODAS
A Wife's anxiety
 Is wife worthy for Second chance? it is nothing like it i don't know why author put the word at start 
Indian Wife and the Bus Journey
Broken trust and suppressed lust it is not completed but like the development hope someone take it on and finish it
Spicy Red Chillies (Completed) Mintu08 have more stories but i just read this one rn

 sexypreeti i like her writing they are detailing in woman character is just amazing

there is the story by dingdong, ylts

rn only this came to mind

regards
ep

[Rocky@handsome]

 I get your point Rocky , I am in the same boat as you regarding this site. But you don't need to worry on whether the cheater gets rewarded here. Because I am not writing this story with that purpose.

As for Sonarika , like I said , she will have to pay for her sins. The Next Chapter will mark the beginning of the consequence phase of her character , and there is two factors I am doing it this way. One , to take Sonarika's character in a different territory of exploration , because her consequences will also shatter her , she is going to loose everything , not just Hemant , but even respect in Anjali's eyes and most importantly separation from her son Karan which is always traumatising for her mother. And unlike other stories where women often tends to hang on the mother-son emotion , Sonarika will be willing to let go Karan simply for the acceptance of her mistakes , from this point on , Sonarika's character growth will be kickstarted , her consequences will mould her , change her , for better or for worse. Her actual war is only about to begin. And Two , another major factor for this story dynamic is to make the conflict between Sonarik and Meghna to heighten. Meghna will be pissed when Sonarika reveals the truth about her , thus spoiling her plans to destroy her life. This will make Meghna to go to drastic steps to make Sonarika suffer. This approach will help Sonarika and Meghna's war go to a different stage because Sonarika will end up spoiling Meghna's plans to enslave Hemant. 

And the most important aspect is Hemant , the reason for this approach is for the TRANSFORMATION of Hemant , like Harper his best friend said. He has to mould the best parts of his past and present together. And Sonarika breaking his heart will pave the way for Michael King to influence Hemant yet again , and thus the Transformation will begin. This will also change Hemant's approach to things , moulding the best parts of Hemant and King together forging a force that will be a terrifying individual. And like I said in the past , Hemant is not the kind of character to be the "forgiving" type. We will see his true ruthless form now.

Most importantly , Sonarika will basically break Hemant's arc , killing the man she loves. And Michael King will take over his psyche and body , turning him into her nightmare she wished she never had!! 

Please don’t misunderstand my thoughts.

My friend Harry, I have full faith in your perspective and your writing. The way you portray every character, and the depth with which you bring out each character’s emotions for us readers, is truly praiseworthy. There’s no doubt that you are an outstanding author.

One more thing I really admire—this story you’re writing is genuinely unique for this site. You’ve brought all the important elements: action, drama, family emotions, deep love and sacrifice between husband and wife, and even the pain of betrayal. Most impressive, though, is how you’re not showing the husband as weak, but as strong and evolving—even while making the story exciting! This bold new approach is sure to attract a new audience to the site, and it’s refreshing to see a story where a powerful husband can still make the story a hit.

You might remember, when you left the “Love of Voyage” update incomplete, I didn’t share my thoughts then. There were only two reasons for that:  
1) Believe it or not, I sensed there was a twist coming, so I waited before reacting.  
2) I wanted to see what direction you’d take—I never wanted my opinions to influence your creative vision, so I stayed silent.

I truly am a huge admirer of your writing and this story.

Now that it’s clear what path Soni is choosing, I just couldn’t hold back from sharing my feelings.

My intention was never to criticize your story—please don’t get me wrong. Like I’ve said before, your storytelling and style genuinely impress me.

No matter which direction you take things, I’ll keep reading with an open heart. This is just my personal view, not a suggestion to change your story—your experience as a writer speaks for itself, so keep following your own creative vision. Please don’t ever let comments from me or others push you off your original path.

Every character you write is compelling, and your story has me completely hooked.

Move forward with confidence—you always have my and other readers full support! 

Regards 

Rocky ❤️

[Rocky@handsome]

surely i will share rocky, you can start with this ACON & to the surprise you will see how the g8t krish story is not hyped because it not on the trend

also here some

NODAS
A Wife's anxiety
 Is wife worthy for Second chance? it is nothing like it i don't know why author put the word at start 
Indian Wife and the Bus Journey
Broken trust and suppressed lust it is not completed but like the development hope someone take it on and finish it
Spicy Red Chillies (Completed) Mintu08 have more stories but i just read this one rn

 sexypreeti i like her writing they are detailing in woman character is just amazing

there is the story by dingdong, ylts

rn only this came to mind

regards
ep

Thank you soo much my dear friend ❤️

I'm surely going to check out all These stories!  
Once again, I appreciate your efforts!!!❤️

Regards 
Rocky ❤️

[Harry Jordan]

Please don’t misunderstand my thoughts.


Regards 

Rocky ❤️

I am welcome to all kinds of criticism  Rocky. Even if you do , I won't mind. At the end of the day , its a piece of art , and art can be subjective. And don't worry , I am not changing the story based on fan comments , I already have completed the rough sketch of the entire part 1 of the story. Even now I am brainstorming ideas for Part 2 and find the tentative title for it. I already know how part 2 is going to end , and I definitely plan to end it with sorting many things while at the same type create a major cliffhangar. Because when part 1 ends everyone should feel like what will happen next? Where do we go from here? 


To me that is the driving force for this story. And I have planned up some quiet interesting things that will bring exciting new things in the future. So keep reading and continue being a critique for the story. I consider critique to be a learning lesson , to understand what the reader desires and what he loves , this way I can improve better in future.

[Rocky@handsome]

I am welcome to all kinds of criticism  Rocky. Even if you do , I won't mind. At the end of the day , its a piece of art , and art can be subjective. And don't worry , I am not changing the story based on fan comments , I already have completed the rough sketch of the entire part 1 of the story. Even now I am brainstorming ideas for Part 2 and find the tentative title for it. I already know how part 2 is going to end , and I definitely plan to end it with sorting many things while at the same type create a major cliffhangar. Because when part 1 ends everyone should feel like what will happen next? Where do we go from here? 


To me that is the driving force for this story. And I have planned up some quiet interesting things that will bring exciting new things in the future. So keep reading and continue being a critique for the story. I consider critique to be a learning lesson , to understand what the reader desires and what he loves , this way I can improve better in future.

Thank you so much for your thoughtful reply! I really appreciate your open-minded attitude towards feedback and how you see every critique as a chance to grow as a writer. It's honestly exciting to hear about all the planning and creative energy you’re pouring into the next parts—I can already tell how much work goes into every twist and character arc. I’m genuinely looking forward to what happens next, especially with those big cliffhangers and surprises. Your passion inspires me as a reader, and I’ll happily keep sharing my thoughts and cheering you on. Keep going strong—you truly have a fan in me! 

And don’t mind if I keep spamming your story with long comments—I just can’t help myself with such an addictive plot! 

Looking forward to more twists and sleepless nights waiting for your updates. 

So tell me, do you want us to be like Sonarika in your life to bring out the Michael in you?   

Keep rocking, Harry Bro!!—you’ve totally got me hooked!

Regards 
Rocky ❤️

[Harry Jordan]

Thank you so much for your thoughtful reply! I really appreciate your open-minded attitude towards feedback and how you see every critique as a chance to grow as a writer. It's honestly exciting to hear about all the planning and creative energy you’re pouring into the next parts—I can already tell how much work goes into every twist and character arc. I’m genuinely looking forward to what happens next, especially with those big cliffhangers and surprises. Your passion inspires me as a reader, and I’ll happily keep sharing my thoughts and cheering you on. Keep going strong—you truly have a fan in me! 

And don’t mind if I keep spamming your story with long comments—I just can’t help myself with such an addictive plot! 

Looking forward to more twists and sleepless nights waiting for your updates. 

So tell me, do you want us to be like Sonarika in your life to bring out the Michael in you?    

Keep rocking, Harry Bro!!—you’ve totally got me hooked!

Regards 
Rocky ❤️

Spam the way friend , I am just happy that my story found readers that see it engaging. Definitely this story has unlocked my hidden talent of story writing to be honest. The next chapter is coming beautifully up and hope to post soon , I think its safe to say that the story from now will take a more serious note. So expect the unexpected , as battlelines are drawn , relations collapse , a Storm is coming to Mumbai , and its gonna bring a lot of mayhem with it! 

[Akashkhan0672]

Huuf great story bro .. respect to u ..

Enough of this shitty bitch senorika telling she loves hemanth when there is no love .. she is just a selfish women.. she is not our heroin aur Queen.. she is a charecterless cheater.. she doesn't care about Hemant Karan Anjali ..no one , except her dustbin pussy ...

Hemants all hard work are useless now ... But one sad things .. how can he doesn't fine any suspicious things on senorika while she cheats on him all time .. galaxy house ..Bali ..jabalpur.. where is hemants intelligency as a hero?? It's just bother me that he couldn't find out biggest cheater of his life ...I thought in jabalpur hemants will find out on his own .. but

if senorika tells hemants, normally she will cover up her sluttynes ..like how she take off mangal sutra , she had weeding night with her lover , how she normally have hemants position to her lover ... She will explain only her slutty point of view ..

now as the story continue... one suggestion plz give Meghna a chance to expose cheater slut senorika to hemants and tell everything of it ..only she can truely tell every details of it .. that's how she will play off her role .. after suffering, hemants will take hard revenge in her. ..

One more suggestion if u could include in ur story ,after hearing everything Anjali see her loving sister is a unfaithful cheater ..as revenge she can have Rafiq ... for saving Anjali senorika will face Rafiq and his brother's and goons dick in her slutty ass and pussy ....hehe just suggestion ...

Overall Mr writer we love to see what's the plan for slut senorika in ur mind .. just make her pain as much as possible .. oh my fvrt hemants what's will be his reaction I am afraid...how can he handle that kind of betrayal ....he loves her so much yar .. senorika is everything to him .. feeling deeply sad for him ...but I'm sure he will take all revenge on busterd Vikram ,slute senorika and Meghna .. just waiting for that ... Love you boss ..keep going

[siva05]

One more suggestion add ruchika too in a hemant's fuck list that's fair made vikram(family beaker) tastes his own medicine. Kudos writer

[SMOD-P]

One more suggestion add ruchika too in a hemant's fuck list that's fair made vikram(family beaker) tastes his own medicine. Kudos writer

Lol , ordering like food in resturant ?

Writer already has the plot in his mind , don't expect unnecessary things.

[siva05]

Lol , ordering like food in resturant ?

Writer already has the plot in his mind , don't expect unnecessary things.

Sorry  used suggestion instead of request. Never intended to interrupt in plot .

[RCF]

Great update and as expected, Sonarika’s arc took dark turn…

I didn’t expect to have my thoughts change, My thoughts now align with none of the readers not author here, I feel the characters arc just took a turn, I now see Sonarika in new light not because she is thinking about sacrificing herself as Harry is mentioning but because now I see her in different light who has found new life and found new partner, Her realization that she should confess to Hemanth and not ruin him in future when he finds the truth from some one is only half of her realization, I feel she should realize that she fell in love with Vikram, though Author doesn’t agree to this and keeps saying it as an addiction I refuse to agree to it. 

I feel now that if Sonarika ever reconciles with Hemanth then it will be wrong, her destiny is with Vikram, and she has already paved the path for it.  

Lets see few instances where we see true love between the lovers….

“In a way , it was as if she was putting her identity as a wife and mother away for some time. Here she wasn't that woman anymore.’’
True she was putting her persona of wife, mother and sister aside but what was she when she was with them? Her mind and body were with Vikram for the last 8 months, was she living the role of wife, mother or sister? Or was she living the life of a lover under disguise of a married lady missing her lover? 

“She felt familiar to her teenage times at this moment here , as if she had no burden in her shoulders , no responsibilities to follow , a freedom that was liberating. “
One who considers her life, responsibilities as a wife, mother and sister a burden has lost all even before waging a war in her mind, Here Sonarika has not just lost her war by removing her burdens but she herself feel relieved from dropping her mask that she wore for society and for her well-built life. 

“He did not approach her once. The restraint should have comforted her. Instead, it gnawed at something inside her. The awareness of his proximity was a constant throb beneath her skin.”
She herself sought his presence; she craved his attention. Her unconscious mind planned to come to this event in the name of keeping pretense before Meghana, but she is absent from the whole proceedings and that shows she came here on her own accord and she was willing to be with Vikram subconsciously.

“At one moment , she cursed herself of ever getting close to Vikram , while another moment , she wished she was never married and Hemant was never in her life so her decisions regarding Vikram would've been clear.”
Was other moments more frequent or the first one more frequent and we know the answer, she was physically present in her life but her mind and thoughts are only with one man. 

“Because without Hemant , Vikram would've never happened. She remembers the reason she lost her control near Vikram even though was because of his charm , but some was also because of Hemanth's weakness.
What weakness? Does she mean he is weak in bed for her? He cannot fulfill her passion. Or was he just not good looking enough for her? Weaknesses are within her, she was always craving for something that she lost when she was with Rocky, yes that was painful separation but she missed the animalistic relationship that Rocky brought to the bed and yet she liked the caring of Hemanth...so who possesses both the characteristics? We all know the answer why she fell in love with Vikram now….

And then Vikram walked in and swept her off the feet and then things took the turn for the worse when Hemant started to fix himself up. That is where her turmoil began. Her bridge between two men forged in the chaos.”
When some one we love make extra effort for us and starts to fix things that we do not like we appreciate the effort, Sonarika never appreciated Hemanth, she was lost in her own world that she built with Vikram and her attitude to not appreciate the efforts truly means it’s too late…..

“their eyes never strayed from each other. The crowd clapped and whistled, but to them, it felt like they were dancing in a bubble no one else could penetrate.”
Why would I mistake this as only lust? Lust doesn’t blind themselves to other people in fact it makes them aware that they should be cautious around each other among other’s presence, only when you are in love you do not care about the people around and your eyes hold only one person that matters.

“The glances, the silences, the subtle graze of fingertips—they weren’t accidents. Something was rekindling, dangerously and beautifully. And in the solitude of the night, her heart could no longer lie to her mind.”
Her heart craves not sex but to spend time with the person her heart seeks. 

“In that moment, Sonarika wasn’t a wife or a mother—she was simply a woman who found something lost within her, returning to her making her felt fully seen.”
She found her Rocky and Hemanth together in one person…Vikram is perfect for her.

“She felt weightless, as though her soul had finally found peace in his arms.”
Hope she realizes it soon that she belongs with Vikram…

"I wake up next to you and wonder if I’m still the woman Hemanth fell in love with... or just someone who’s too weak to walk away from what she craves" "Then what was it? Tell me it was something noble so I can feel less like a liar and a cheater"
Her actions are blurring the lines of morality, but her guilt always seeks the nobleness of her actions…If hypothetically if it was noble, would she make choice of choosing Vikram over Hemanth? That is a tough question to answer…but I see the answer has changed since last 8 months.

“"It was loneliness. It was seeing you dim your light in a life that didn't see all of you. I saw it. I always did"”
Vikram truly loved her, and he sees her desires, aspirations, weaknesses fully, how is it possible? Her husband despite being so called King didn’t see the true calling of his wife…She belongs with Vikram.

“"Where have you been all of my life?" “
"I’m married. This... this feels wrong. Like you’re trying to replace something that belongs to someone else"
The moment she sacrificed the true moment that Hemanth promised her for their honeymoon in future to Vikram, she truly gave herself to Vikram, if anyone has doubts about this or if the outcome is different, it would be bad ending for her arc. She knew that Hemanth was planning her wedding night and reclaim her and gift her first night to her that she missed, yet she happily gave that moment to Vikram which shouldn’t have belonged to him, but we see that now it unfolded, it shows to us that she truly belongs with Vikram.

“She clung to him, heart racing, and for the first time in years, Sonarika felt whole. “
Yes, proves my point.

All the readers are craving to punish Sonarika because every story will end up with sad protagonist and happy wife who seeks extra marital affair but what did you guys expect from this site? This is a site where female lead is supposed to cheat, isn’t it? Else why are we reading here? 
We jerk to their extra married affair yet after squeezing the juice out we turn into hypocrites now that want housewife to be punished lol 

What an irony, weren’t we jerking 2 mins before for the same housewife? We need to look beyond pettiness of punishments, tortures and sad endings for housewives. 

Yes, there will be consequences but there should be happy ending too…she should reunite with Vikram and that’s where she belongs. Her consequences should be enough punishment for her to realize her mistakes of playing with fire…. Her mistake is not showing her true self to Hemanth on what she is craving and what she was missing from Rocky. Had Hemanth known this he would have showed her his side that could have pout 100 Vikram’s to shame but she never gave that chance to him…. Alas it is a lost cause now and Hemanth should find his match either in Tamanna who truly loved him from the beginning or in Pranitha who never got her share of true love and who is craving for it. 

Hope the character developments of Hemanth and Sonarika don’t deviate from their true natures else it will look fabricated.

[Speedy21]

Great update and as expected, Sonarika’s arc took dark turn…

I didn’t expect to have my thoughts change, My thoughts now align with none of the readers not author here, I feel the characters arc just took a turn, I now see Sonarika in new light not because she is thinking about sacrificing herself as Harry is mentioning but because now I see her in different light who has found new life and found new partner, Her realization that she should confess to Hemanth and not ruin him in future when he finds the truth from some one is only half of her realization, I feel she should realize that she fell in love with Vikram, though Author doesn’t agree to this and keeps saying it as an addiction I refuse to agree to it. 

I feel now that if Sonarika ever reconciles with Hemanth then it will be wrong, her destiny is with Vikram, and she has already paved the path for it.  

Lets see few instances where we see true love between the lovers….

“In a way , it was as if she was putting her identity as a wife and mother away for some time. Here she wasn't that woman anymore.’’
True she was putting her persona of wife, mother and sister aside but what was she when she was with them? Her mind and body were with Vikram for the last 8 months, was she living the role of wife, mother or sister? Or was she living the life of a lover under disguise of a married lady missing her lover? 

“She felt familiar to her teenage times at this moment here , as if she had no burden in her shoulders , no responsibilities to follow , a freedom that was liberating. “
One who considers her life, responsibilities as a wife, mother and sister a burden has lost all even before waging a war in her mind, Here Sonarika has not just lost her war by removing her burdens but she herself feel relieved from dropping her mask that she wore for society and for her well-built life. 

“He did not approach her once. The restraint should have comforted her. Instead, it gnawed at something inside her. The awareness of his proximity was a constant throb beneath her skin.”
She herself sought his presence; she craved his attention. Her unconscious mind planned to come to this event in the name of keeping pretense before Meghana, but she is absent from the whole proceedings and that shows she came here on her own accord and she was willing to be with Vikram subconsciously.

“At one moment , she cursed herself of ever getting close to Vikram , while another moment , she wished she was never married and Hemant was never in her life so her decisions regarding Vikram would've been clear.”
Was other moments more frequent or the first one more frequent and we know the answer, she was physically present in her life but her mind and thoughts are only with one man. 

“Because without Hemant , Vikram would've never happened. She remembers the reason she lost her control near Vikram even though was because of his charm , but some was also because of Hemanth's weakness.
What weakness? Does she mean he is weak in bed for her? He cannot fulfill her passion. Or was he just not good looking enough for her? Weaknesses are within her, she was always craving for something that she lost when she was with Rocky, yes that was painful separation but she missed the animalistic relationship that Rocky brought to the bed and yet she liked the caring of Hemanth...so who possesses both the characteristics? We all know the answer why she fell in love with Vikram now….

And then Vikram walked in and swept her off the feet and then things took the turn for the worse when Hemant started to fix himself up. That is where her turmoil began. Her bridge between two men forged in the chaos.”
When some one we love make extra effort for us and starts to fix things that we do not like we appreciate the effort, Sonarika never appreciated Hemanth, she was lost in her own world that she built with Vikram and her attitude to not appreciate the efforts truly means it’s too late…..

“their eyes never strayed from each other. The crowd clapped and whistled, but to them, it felt like they were dancing in a bubble no one else could penetrate.”
Why would I mistake this as only lust? Lust doesn’t blind themselves to other people in fact it makes them aware that they should be cautious around each other among other’s presence, only when you are in love you do not care about the people around and your eyes hold only one person that matters.

“The glances, the silences, the subtle graze of fingertips—they weren’t accidents. Something was rekindling, dangerously and beautifully. And in the solitude of the night, her heart could no longer lie to her mind.”
Her heart craves not sex but to spend time with the person her heart seeks. 

“In that moment, Sonarika wasn’t a wife or a mother—she was simply a woman who found something lost within her, returning to her making her felt fully seen.”
She found her Rocky and Hemanth together in one person…Vikram is perfect for her.

“She felt weightless, as though her soul had finally found peace in his arms.”
Hope she realizes it soon that she belongs with Vikram…

"I wake up next to you and wonder if I’m still the woman Hemanth fell in love with... or just someone who’s too weak to walk away from what she craves" "Then what was it? Tell me it was something noble so I can feel less like a liar and a cheater"
Her actions are blurring the lines of morality, but her guilt always seeks the nobleness of her actions…If hypothetically if it was noble, would she make choice of choosing Vikram over Hemanth? That is a tough question to answer…but I see the answer has changed since last 8 months.

“"It was loneliness. It was seeing you dim your light in a life that didn't see all of you. I saw it. I always did"”
Vikram truly loved her, and he sees her desires, aspirations, weaknesses fully, how is it possible? Her husband despite being so called King didn’t see the true calling of his wife…She belongs with Vikram.

“"Where have you been all of my life?" “
"I’m married. This... this feels wrong. Like you’re trying to replace something that belongs to someone else"
The moment she sacrificed the true moment that Hemanth promised her for their honeymoon in future to Vikram, she truly gave herself to Vikram, if anyone has doubts about this or if the outcome is different, it would be bad ending for her arc. She knew that Hemanth was planning her wedding night and reclaim her and gift her first night to her that she missed, yet she happily gave that moment to Vikram which shouldn’t have belonged to him, but we see that now it unfolded, it shows to us that she truly belongs with Vikram.

“She clung to him, heart racing, and for the first time in years, Sonarika felt whole. “
Yes, proves my point.

All the readers are craving to punish Sonarika because every story will end up with sad protagonist and happy wife who seeks extra marital affair but what did you guys expect from this site? This is a site where female lead is supposed to cheat, isn’t it? Else why are we reading here? 
We jerk to their extra married affair yet after squeezing the juice out we turn into hypocrites now that want housewife to be punished lol 

What an irony, weren’t we jerking 2 mins before for the same housewife? We need to look beyond pettiness of punishments, tortures and sad endings for housewives. 

Yes, there will be consequences but there should be happy ending too…she should reunite with Vikram and that’s where she belongs. Her consequences should be enough punishment for her to realize her mistakes of playing with fire…. Her mistake is not showing her true self to Hemanth on what she is craving and what she was missing from Rocky. Had Hemanth known this he would have showed her his side that could have pout 100 Vikram’s to shame but she never gave that chance to him…. Alas it is a lost cause now and Hemanth should find his match either in Tamanna who truly loved him from the beginning or in Pranitha who never got her share of true love and who is craving for it. 

Hope the character developments of Hemanth and Sonarika don’t deviate from their true natures else it will look fabricated.

As all ways the perfect reviewed view rcf???   maybe  this site writers should change concept of always spouse cheating r interfaith .. readers like this kinda stories ..it's there kink.... Someone should change that maybe it's the beginning of new.. arc

[Harry Jordan]

Great update and as expected, Sonarika’s arc took dark turn…


Hope the character developments of Hemanth and Sonarika don’t deviate from their true natures else it will look fabricated.

Lovely observation and a small tease from me. If you think this was dark , then things about to get real dark in the coming chapters.


As for Sonarika's arc , yes to some extent your observation tracks. Yes , Sonarika is indeed developing feelings for Vikram because he is the perfect blend of her past lovers. He is carnal and intense like her first flame Rocky while he is also caring and nurturing like Hemant. Plus Vikram's romantic approach as he sees his own lost and past love Sarika in her makes it a union between lovers. But does that mean she doesn't love Hemant? I don't think so.

Also a quick reminder , Sonarika and Hemant did have their rekindled first night on the night she returned from Bali where she had anal sex with him. Only difference is Vikram got to actually do it like "thematically" as he did it with all the necessary arrangements and decorations while Sonarika and Hemant did it when they felt they were moving away from each other. 


As Sonarika said , Vikram makes her more like her past self , while Hemant evolves her into a more mature and rational self. She is now caught in the threshold of these two worlds. And her confession to Hemant , it will affect both her worlds. And thus , the consequences of her actions will overwhelm her eventually.


Also there is another interesting aspect regarding Sonarika that is yet to reveal which will be done in future chapters. Either way right now , I can clearly say the Villains in this story are Meghna , Dilawar , Rafique and now Lai Tong. There will be one more main villain introduced in the future chapters , but I am saving it for later as the villain will be directly connected to Hemant and his past.

For now the story is going to divulge into a more serious tone!

[RCF]

Lovely observation and a small tease from me. If you think this was dark , then things about to get real dark in the coming chapters.


As for Sonarika's arc , yes to some extent your observation tracks. Yes , Sonarika is indeed developing feelings for Vikram because he is the perfect blend of her past lovers. He is carnal and intense like her first flame Rocky while he is also caring and nurturing like Hemant. Plus Vikram's romantic approach as he sees his own lost and past love Sarika in her makes it a union between lovers. But does that mean she doesn't love Hemant? I don't think so.

Also a quick reminder , Sonarika and Hemant did have their rekindled first night on the night she returned from Bali where she had anal sex with him. Only difference is Vikram got to actually do it like "thematically" as he did it with all the necessary arrangements and decorations while Sonarika and Hemant did it when they felt they were moving away from each other. 


As Sonarika said , Vikram makes her more like her past self , while Hemant evolves her into a more mature and rational self. She is now caught in the threshold of these two worlds. And her confession to Hemant , it will affect both her worlds. And thus , the consequences of her actions will overwhelm her eventually.


Also there is another interesting aspect regarding Sonarika that is yet to reveal which will be done in future chapters. Either way right now , I can clearly say the Villains in this story are Meghna , Dilawar , Rafique and now Lai Tong. There will be one more main villain introduced in the future chapters , but I am saving it for later as the villain will be directly connected to Hemant and his past.

For now the story is going to divulge into a more serious tone!

I wasn't saying she doesn't love Hemanth, but loving a memory and family she built is different than loving a person wholeheartedly with out conditions, Unlike Hemanth her love is bound by conditions, Her love is all about I need this so and so emotionally charged person on bed then my life is whole else its not definitely is not love...Hemanth loves his family to the core, he finds true peace from the chaos around in his family. 

For Sonarika, She claims she finds peace and calm with her family but that was before Bali, Bali left her broken, she realized how much she missed Vikram with the breakup and its not addiction, it was definitely more than that, She now is willing to reveal herself to Hemanth and instead of seeing this as sacrifice I see this as repaying Hemanth with gratitude as he is a man of honor. 

Because I feel both Hemanth and Sonarika met at a point in time of their life when both were broken by past and they mended each other and made each other whole so there was real bond and gratitude towards each other but that bond forged with gratitude turned to love rather than the chemistry that should have made the bond, hence she was missing the chemistry she always craved, If her true love with Hemanth was forged with a bond made on attraction, chemistry, real love emotions that forms between two attracted male, female which paves path for marriage it would have been different but it was born out of gratitude, each believe other has made her or him evolve in to a person from a broken piece. 

Whatever are the circumstances, when a person betrays some one's love the trust is broken, it can never mend again and the things would never return to normal...so as I believe she has to find a path, overcome the consequences, bear the pain, make peace with her lost life and find Vikram again to heal. Yes her character should evolve but in the right direction, If she finds her path towards Hemanth again then the wholeness that she experienced with Vikram will haunt her forever. There is no peace in that path. Story moved in a direction for me where I do not see Hemanth and Sonarika together again, that's Sonarika's life for me. 

As for Hemanth, he will be broken beyond repair, the darkness that he would feel with the loss of Sonarika will get transformed into ruthless person who doesn't value love anymore. He would feel the brotherly love and fatherly love always but a love for women will be dead for him, he would start looking at women as conquests and he will start string of affairs...hopefully that would be with meaning less women rather than Tamanna and Pranitha who value him as a person. 
Also I am predicting he will destroy Vikram's business empire and show his true face to Sonarika and make her believe that the person she loved by betraying him she turned him into a monster. 

As for Meghana taming Hemanth and Sonarika saving Hemanth is such bullshit lol , I could never believe Hemanth will be that naive to trust Meghana and let her tame him, if we truly follow his arc despite his physical appearances over the past few years where he was not good shape, his brain is still intelligent enough to understand some one's intentions. I would like to see Sonarika destroy Meghana to the core rather than involve Hemanth in this arc. 

I would also want to see Dilawar now has a real chance at humiliating Sonarika with Hemanth out of her life, She is the most vulnerable now and a true time for some one like Dilawar to try to get her, it would be interesting how that turns out...I am sure Hemanth will still protect her but also can use this to show her who is real alpha here...

Lot of arcs converging, lets see which one it will turn out to be...great saga. Hopefully you can give updates twice a week. It will keep all hooked to the story. 

~RCF

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Wen can expect the update Harry!?

[Harry Jordan]

                                                                                                                                                                                             CHAPTER 19

FEW DAYS BACK IN MUMBAI


The night air was thick with the stench of cheap booze, stale sweat, and the toxic laughter of Ranga and Sarang as they stumbled down the dark lanes of Kala Chowk. Their songs were off-key, loud, and obscene — fitting accompaniments to the filth that poured from their mouths. They catcalled passing women, threatened a homeless man for daring to stare at them, and laughed about how the city now bent to Dilawar’s will.

Sarang, barely able to walk straight, started slurring about Dilawar’s "divine lust" for Sonarika — the married woman who’d dominated his senses. Ranga laughed, adding that her sister Anjali was already deep in Rafique’s lustful attention and radar, that wicked pervert. Sarang, emboldened by the liquor and his growing obsession, confessed he'd been tailing Anjali for weeks. 

"She don’t even know I watch her walk showing that cute butt in that jeans every evening" He whispered, chuckling.

"Careful, idiot" Ranga snapped. 

"You think Dilawar and Rafique will let you touch either of them before they do?"  But then he grinned coldly. 

"Maybe once they’re done... we get the leftovers. Sloppy seconds, huh?"

That’s when Sarang brought it up—the incident at the garden where they tried to attack Karan. 

"Hemant jumped in front of that brat" he spat. 

"The kid should’ve been dead. So close. Just a few more seconds and his neck would've made contact with my blade until his loser father came in between" 

He laughed, but Ranga stopped in his tracks, anger flaring in his bloodshot eyes.

"Hemant" Ranga snarled. 

"That bastard had the balls to defy us. And he walked away like nothing happened. No scars, no lesson" Sarang leaned in, whispering. 

"We’ll get another shot. Next time, we maul them both. Leave the kid in pieces for his mother to find"

Just then, the bright beam of headlights cut through the dark. A Thar SUV roared toward them with precision, not panic. The vehicle skidded and screeched. The brothers tried to move, but their drunken reflexes failed them. They were flung through the doors of an abandoned meat shop, crashing into rusted hooks and stained tiles.

Dazed, they stumbled to their feet, bloodied but standing. A shadow emerged from the Thar’s door, slow and deliberate. As he stepped into the flickering shop light, the brothers froze. It was Hemant. But something in his eyes was off — not anger, not vengeance, but surgical calm. A predator’s focus.

"He came alone" Sarang muttered. 

"He’s an idiot" 

They charged, fists flying, knives drawn. But Hemant didn’t flinch. He ducked under Sarang’s punch, elbowed Ranga’s throat, twisted the knife out of Sarang’s grip and drove it into Ranga’s shoulder. Every move was precise, deadly. Not a flailing civilian — a trained killer.

Ranga staggered as Hemant hammered a kick into his gut, lifting him off the floor. Sarang screamed and lunged again but was thrown across the shop, smashing into a blood-splattered meat table. Hemant grabbed Ranga, tied him to a concrete pillar using metal chains once used for cattle. Ranga cursed, spat, but couldn’t break free.

Sarang scrambled up, but Hemant was already on him. What followed wasn’t a fight — it was a calculated dismantling. Hemant grabbed a butcher’s hook, shattered Sarang’s kneecap, then followed with a cleaver to his shoulder blade, disabling his right arm. The young thug screamed, cried, begged.

"You went after a child" Hemant growled, voice barely human. 

"You targeted my boy" 

Then, like a switch flipped, he grabbed a steel hammer from the wall and brought it down on Sarang’s shin. Crack. Again. Crack. 

"That was my son you tried to kill"

Ranga screamed from the pillar. 

"HE’S JUST A KID, HEMANT! PLEASE! PLEASE STOP!" 

But Hemant didn’t stop. The hammer dropped again and again, cracking bone, splitting muscle. Sarang’s face was a mask of blood and agony. With a cold stare, Hemant turned the hammer in his hand — and bashed it into Sarang’s skull.

A sickening crunch echoed as Sarang collapsed, twitching. Blood pooled beneath him. Ranga shrieked, tears streaming as his baby brother gurgled and stilled. 

"YOU MONSTER!!!! I’ll kill you! I’ll Butcher THAT BITCH SON OF YOURS FOR THIS!" he bellowed.

Hemant walked up to him, calmly. 

"Try" He untied Ranga. 

"Come on then. Let’s see what you’ve got" 

Ranga attacked, blind with rage. Hemant dodged effortlessly, countering with a brutal combo: palm strike to the jaw, knee to the groin, elbow to the temple. Then he grabbed Ranga’s arm and snapped it backward. One. Then the other. Then stomped his leg — a clean fracture.

Ranga writhed, barely conscious. Hemant crouched beside him. 

"Don't worry Ranga , I am sending you to your little brother........IN HELL........and very soon........I will send Dilawar and Rafique to join you there......... " 

Then he picked up a crowbar, thrust it through Ranga’s throat with one powerful jab, pinning him into the wall like a crucified animal. Ranga convulsed, his mouth gasping for air, blood spurting out in waves. Then… stillness.

Hemant stepped back, staring at the carnage. His hands trembled, soaked in red. His Garuda ring glinted beneath the blood. The scent of death filled the air. In that moment, the ghosts returned — Azerbaijan, the warehouse fire, the screams, the sword lodged in bone. A soldier’s sins reborn.

Some time later, Hemant reached YOD Industries. He wore an oversized trenchcoat to hide his blood stained clothes within. He said nothing to the guards, walked directly into his quarters. In silence, he shed his stained clothes, stepped into the shower and let the steaming water run. His reflection in the mirror looked back at him — old, tired, yet dangerous again.

In the backyard, he watched the flames consume his clothes. The chemical solution ensured no trace would remain. Around his neck, the Archangel ring swayed. He gripped it gently. 

"I hope your prayers are with me Anju" he whispered. 

"But I have a feeling.....something in me wants to come back" 

The shadows were thick again. And war… had begun.


CURRENT DAY


Sonarika stepped into the apartment in Mumbai, her wheeled suitcase thudding softly against the floor. The scent of sandalwood and fresh marigolds wrapped around her like an embrace. 

"Mumma!" cried Karan, flinging himself into her arms. 

She crouched, burying her face into his hair, inhaling his innocence, while her heart constricted painfully. Anjali came in next, warm and beaming, arms folded. 

"You're glowing, Didi. Jabalpur gave you a facelift?" she teased. 

Then came Hemant, walking from the kitchen, a soft smile on his face. 

"Finally home" he said, pulling her into a gentle hug. 

Sonarika closed her eyes. 'I don’t deserve this' her mind whispered.

The day unfolded like a delicate painting. Sonarika helped Anjali cook, exchanged stories about the past week, and sat curled on the couch watching Karan and Hemant play video games. They laughed so easily, the way families do when nothing feels broken. And yet, inside her, something cracked with every joyful moment. She stared too long at Hemant’s face, memorizing the kindness in his eyes, the way he looked at her without suspicion. She almost blurted it out right there, the truth that clawed at her throat. But she swallowed it, the moment slipping away like grains of sand through clenched fingers.

That evening, they walked to the beach, a Sunday ritual they hadn’t done in a while. The golden horizon painted the sky in streaks of crimson and rose. Hemant and Karan ran ahead, chasing waves, throwing wet sand at each other, while Anjali clicked pictures from her phone. Sonarika stood barefoot in the cool water, staring at the edge of the sea. 

"Are you okay?" Anjali asked, stepping beside her. Sonarika smiled faintly. 

"Just tired" she murmured. 

But in truth, her mind was spiraling. How do you tell the man who trusts you that you broke everything he ever believed in?

FEW DAYS LATER


Hemant and Sonarika's home was unusually quiet, basking in a warm afternoon haze filtering through the curtains. Sonarika had returned early from her work thanks to some relief in the workload. Her heart was weighing down because of a decision she knew would shatter her world. But when she opened the door and found Hemant lounging on the couch, surprise lighting up his face as he saw her, a fragile smile tugged at her lips. He had gotten the day off too, he said, his voice casual and warm. Their son was away at the institute for some extracurriculars, and Anjali had gone out with friends for some leisure time after their exams last week — it was just the two of them, like old times. A rare window of intimacy had opened, and though guilt clawed at her insides like rust on a mirror, she chose to hide it. She chose, for once, to just love him without reservation.

"So there is only........us in this apartment?" Sonarika said in a sexy tone.

"Yeah?" Hemant said feeling a little taken back by her voice.

"Great!" She grinned.

"Sona..." 

Hemant was barely able to finish saying her name, before she kissed him. He groaned into her mouth, feeling her perfect lips against his. Sonarika was such an incredible kisser, Hemant was reminded of the fact when her tongue snuck it's way into his mouth.

"There is no one in the house except for us hubby" She asked with the cutest pout imaginable. 

"So please Hemant" She continued now straddling his hips. 

"Lets make some wild love.....Give your wife a good time mister!!" 

She said before lowering her mouth to his once more. Hemant was in a trance at first , but the situation was all the more tempting , plus his wife wanted him to do it with her and she is everything he desires and loves so he wasn't gonna let this opportunity go to waste. Her lips and tongue were practically devouring him. Hemant's arms wrapped around her beautiful body pulling her closer into him and deepening the kiss.

Hemant moaned as Sonarika's hips began grinding into his thickening cock. He was so hot for her at this point, that he knew she could have her way with him. She pulled out of his lap and stood in front of him, holding her hand out. He grabbed her hand and allowed her to lead him into their bedroom. They were at the foot of the bed when Sonarika kissed Hemant again. Her soft lips brushing gently and effortlessly against his. She unbuckled his belt and pushed her soft hands into the confines of his boxers. He felt her grab his cock and groaned as she began toying with it. His arms enveloped themselves around her milfy and sexy waist. Hemant loved kissing Sonarika. There was really no other way of putting it. Her lips were practically magical. Her tongue was almost like a surgical instrument, knowing precisely which areas would illicit the most delicious of pleasures.

She slowly dropped to her knees, kissing his neck and chest as her hands pushed his pants lower down his legs. By the time Sonarika had come eye level with her husband's hard cock, his pants and boxers had been tossed aside. Sonarika looked up at Hemant, lust and desire plainly written into the irises of her eyes. She lifted the top of her salwaar over her head and tossed it aside, her black bra followed it, revealing the impossibly beautiful and heavy tits to his feasting eyes.

She rubbed his cock with both of her hands. He moaned as her hands did wonders to him. She looked up at him once more before aiming his cock at the entrance to her mouth. Hemant watched in awe as her mouth opened up and she fit his head in between her sexy lips. She bobbed slowly up and down the length of his cock. Taking in more and more of his cock on each and every downstroke. He stood still, enjoying the wonderful sensations of her mouth. She moved her mouth to the side of his cock and licked it from the bottom to the top, then switching to the other side. Her tongue applying just the perfect amount of pressure to his throbbing cock.

Sonarika sat on the bed spreading her legs so that Hemant would fit between them. His cock still inches from her face. She alternated between licking his cock and sucking on the head. Her eyes time and time again looking up to make sure he was enjoying every second of it. Sonarika's lips tightened around Hemant's cock as she began to quickly bob up and down. He ran his hand through her beautiful hair. She popped off his dick and used her tongue to lick all over the bottom. She wickedly lapped at his cockhead with the tip, driving him wild and making him want to just grab her and fuck her wonderful mouth.

"Mmm..mmmm......this is always fun with you Hemant!" 

She said to him before gulping down half of his cock in one stroke of her mouth. He couldn't believe how sexy she looked. Her breasts bobbing and weaving with every movement of her mouth along his cock. Sonarika pulled Hemant's cock out of her mouth and stood up. She spun him around until the back of his knees were against the bed. She pushed him back softly. Hemant now sat on the edge of the bed, as Sonarika dropped to her knees and resumed sucking his cock with new vigor. He watched in amazement as her mouth made it's way up and down his cock. Her tongue dancing across all of his veins.

Hemant was in heaven! There was no other word for it. In their mirror Hemant could see Sonarika's perfect milf form peaking from beneath her ass. She looked up at him and saw the direction his eyes were going. She smiled before rising and removing the rest of her clothes.

"You're beautiful" Hemant told her meaning every word. 

She smiled softly before dropping back to her knees and taking his cock between her lips. 

"Ohhhh SONA!!!!" Hemant groaned as he felt her tongue lap across his cockhead. 

Hemant kept an eye on her ass, as Sonarika's hand and mouth worked in unison to get him off. She pulled her mouth off of his cock so that she could catch her breath. Her hand continued to pump and slide. She licked and suckled on his cock head forcing him to grab onto the bedsheets with a death grip. Sonarika looked so damn sexy and sweet as she sucked on his dick as though it was the tastiest treat to exist. He took a beat to realize how lucky he was to have her in his life. He put those thoughts aside for now, as he returned his thoughts to this mind blowing blowjob his sexy milfy wife was giving him.


Sonarika moaned around Hemant's cock. He could see in the mirror that one of her hands had strayed and she was currently rubbing her aching pussy. Her other hand played with his balls as her mouth sped up. Her hair was flying everywhere, touching his belly and thighs. Hemant could tell the moment that Sonarika decided it was time for him to cum. She looked at him before setting her hands on his thighs, using them as leverage as she drove her head incredibly quickly on the top of his cock.

"Sona!! Honey!! I am close!!!" 

Hemant shouted to her as he felt the all too familiar sensation in his cock and balls. Sonarika didn't bother slowing down. On the contrary her mouth seemed to speed up faster. She was fully focused on his orgasm. Her eyes were closed, her lips were tight around his cock and her tongue was doing wonders to him. 

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHH SONA, SONA, SONA!! MY SONAAA!!!!!!!!!" 

Hemant screamed as his cum shoot right out of him and into her mouth.

"Hmmmm!" 

Sonarika moaned as Hemant saw her eyes roll into the back of her head as his seed filled her mouth and throat. He watched in amazement as his loving wife sucked every last drop he had from his cock. Sonarika looked up at Hemant as she finished downing the last drop of her husband's seed. She stood up in all of her naked glory. He could do nothing but admire just how perfect she was. 

"My turn." She said in the sexiest way anyone could imagine.

"Hemant , can I sit in your face? Like back in the day?" Sonarika asked with baited breaths.

"There is no need to ask Sona. Let me repay you for this amazing work!" Hemant giggled.

He smiled before making himself comfortable on the bed. Hemant lay his head on his pillow and waited for Sonarika to settle onto him. His beautiful wife smiled as she made her way up his body. She set her amazing cunt right above his face. She slowly, painfully lowered herself down onto his tongue. Its been a long time since they've done this , but Hemant definitely missed this. Matter of fact Sonarika back in the day would never stop gushing about his tongue skills on her. They both groaned as Hemant had his first taste of his wife in a decade of marriage. Despite giving birth , she still felt and tasted the same , that same aroma , that sweet nectar. He was excited to drink that nectar after a long time again. He had forgotten just how delicious she was. Hemant grabbed her full ass cheeks, and pressed his tongue against the opening of her cunt. Sonarika leaned forward, giving him even better access to her cunt. She began grinding and twisting her pretty pussy against his face.

"AHH!!! Hemant how are you this good honey!" Sonarika moaned. 

She stood with her back straight, now he could see up into her lovely eyes. They looked at each other and smiled, as Sonarika continued to move her hips side to side, causing his tongue to brush against different parts of her cunt. He raised his hands and filled them with her perfect tits. He rubbed her hard nipples between his thumb and forefingers, causing an amazing moan from his sexy wife.

Hemant loved the look of pure pleasure on Sonarika's face as he licked her. She moaned and gasped whenever his tongue hit certain spots. Her hands met his on her tits. Together they groped and kneaded the soft flesh, as his lips wrapped themselves around her clit. 

"AHHHHHHHHHHHH" Sonarika screamed as Hemant hit her most tender spot. 

Sonarika leaned forward once more, using her hands on the mattress. She began bucking her pussy against him, practically fucking his face. Hemant returned his hands to her ass cheeks. Gripping tightly on the firm cheeks. 

"Ahh! Hemant! My Hemant!! Ahh!" Moaned Sonarika as she sped her hips.

Hemant slid his index finger into her glistening pussy, as his lips and tongue began a full out assault on her clit. 

"AHHH Hemant YES. I love the way you fuck me!!!" 

Sonarika screamed as her orgasm seemed to only get nearer. Hemant added another finger and was now fucking her steadily with two while his tongue was running all over her clit. 

"Yess....Yessssss.... AHHHH!" She moaned in her voice. 

He was so in heat from hearing and feeling her orgasm getting nearer that he was pumping my dick in the air. 

"I'm CUMMING! HEMANT MY BABY!!!! I AM CUMMING FOR YOU!!!!!!!!!" 

Sonarika screamed as Hemant felt jet after jet of her juices make their way into his waiting mouth. She tasted so sweet, he felt as though he was eating the rarest of fruits at it's peak. He missed eating her like this , and it felt great at that moment to finally do that to her after a very long time.

Sonarika came down from her orgasm and slid her body lower onto his. Before they knew it their mouths were locked in a passionate kiss. Sonarika readjusted her pussy so that it hovered right above his cockhead. Sonarika slowly lowered herself, taking his cockhead in between her tight pussy.

"Fuck me my wife.  Fuck your husband!!!! I'm all yours!!!!" Hemant told his beautiful wife. 

She smiled at him before beginning to rise and lower her hips onto him. 

"Ahhh Sona.....this is HEAVEN!!!" Hemant told her as her hands caressed his face and neck. 

Her hips undulated and drove him insane as she fucked him slowly and carefully. They were face to face. Their nose inches from each other. He ran his hand across her beautiful face. Marveling at the perfection before him. The goddess she was as she radiated his life with her light.

"Mhmm" 

She gasped and bit her lip as his hips pushed up into her, sending the entirety of his cock into her. 

"Ahhh Hemant!" She moaned as they began to fuck each other. 

Sonarika and Hemant had always gotten along and their sexual was always about intimacy and romance and at times deep passion. Sonarika never expected the rough fucking she craved from Vikram or Rocky , just him , even though she had her frustrations with him holding back , their intimacy and feelings they share with each other during their sexual sessions are the driving point. But today it felt different , Hemant was doing things he hasn't done in a long time , and even though Sonarika felt a little guilt in the beginning , she forgot it the moment their intimacy got higher. Their timing was always spot on, and right now they were thrusting into each other at a perfect rhythm. Sonarika leaned back, putting her hands behind her. She used the new leverage to fuck Hemant harder. She rose and lowered her body with so much grace. She was almost like an athlete. And that is what made her moments with Hemant so special , in the past , when she had her intense sex sessions with Rocky , her physical traits and health detoriated. She was erratic and rash as sex was the driving force of their relationship. In a way Sonarika accepted the reality that her relationship with Rocky was just a slave mentality where sex was just about the male pleasure and the female pleasure only mattered when the lover's spunk was shot in her. But the relationship with Hemant changed her perspective. How Hemant showed that sex is something both of genders should enjoy was a unique thing for her at that time. Fast forward to right now. Every movement of her hips was perfectly crafted to elicit the most incredible of sensations through his body.


Hemant watched as her juicy melons bounced with every movement she made, wanting nothing more than to taste them within his mouth. Sonarika must have read his mind. She can see his puppy dog eyes from a mile away. And she loved doing this to him. Because despite the ups and downs in their lives , physically and mentally. One thing has always stayed a constant , and that was Hemant's deep horniness to her naked breasts. She could feel him hardening a bit further seeing her boobs swaying in her movements. She always loved the way he would worship and savor her tits. As if it is some important treasure for him , hell all of her is a treasure for him but her boobs , they make him weak and horny and she loved seeing his face watching her tits. She leaned forward putting her breasts in his face. Hemant didn't waste a moment as he quickly sucked and licked away at the gorgeous and fleshy pair.

"Hmm....you and your hungriness for my tits.....its sometimes very corny!"

"Mmmm....I cannot help it Sona.....you have the most perfect breasts!!"
 
Sonarika moaned in response as she continued to pop her cunt on his cock. She rose off of him and turned around. Her luscious and meaty ass was now pointing in his direction. Sonarika looked over her shoulder with a sexy smile as she lowered her pussy on his cock once more. Hemant groaned as he saw the entire length of his cock disappear into her. When Hemant was fully imbedded in her, Sonarika swished her ass from side to side, causing him to moan even louder. She rose and lowered herself, using her hands as leverage. Her wet and tight cunt giving him so much pleasure he felt that he would faint from it. She fucked him in one smooth motion. He was impressed at how her body moved and the way she would squeezed his cock with her wonderful cunt muscles. She was made to fuck and be fucked. For life she was all his to enjoy he thought in his head again wishing the fate and the universe for bringing her to his life.

Hemant watched in amazement as the globes of her ass shook with the movements of their fucking. 

"AH, ah, ah!!" Sonarika moaned in immense pleasure. 

"FUCK me Hemant.. Fuck me!" Sonarika screamed. 

Begging and urging Hemant on. She took the entirety of his length inside and began just grinding her clit into his pelvis. 

"OHHHHHHHHH HEMANT!! AHHH! YOU'RE MY MAN!!!" She screamed at the ceiling.

"Cum for me, cum for me Sona. Please Cum." Hemant begged her, egging her on.

"YES! YES! YES!" Sonarika screamed as her orgasm ransacked through her body. 

Hemant tossed his head back as her cunt lips squeezed his cock in a bloody grip.

"OHHHHH YESSSS MY SOOONNNAAAA!!" Hemant screamed as his cock exploded into her. 

Hemant felt the cum shooting straight out of him and right into Sonarika. He couldn't stop cumming. More and more cream seemed to pour out of him and into her. The feeling was all the more incredible for Sonarika. She always loved the way Hemant used to cum , despite in his weak days , that was another part that stayed constant. Him cumming like a cannon , firing his spunk like big cannon spurts of babymaker into her hitting her sensitive and sweet walls inside with such velocity her nerves simply go off activating an automatic orgasm in her body. Hemant could feel her cumming again as more and more of his seed mingled with her pussy juices. It was that one aspect that made Hemant stand out ahead of both Rocky and Vikram is that Hemant can make her orgasm atleast once even if he is in his most weakest with his cumshots.

But lately , Hemant has indeed became an absolute stud in bed in Sonarika's eyes. Despite of their early days memories still fresh in her mind because of the memorable moments. Sonarika feels Hemant has deeply improved his sexual performance lately. What was once just a single orgasm for each session in his bad days has now evolved into multiple ones for each sessions. Even now she was shocked that Hemant did something he haven't done for like a decade and doing it like a pro.

When they were done and spent, Sonarika turned herself around and settled her head against Hemant's chest. They kissed while they recovered. Enjoying the post orgasmic glow of being together. He kissed her forehead, not caring that it was sleek with sweat.

"Wow....I really needed that" Hemant said.

"Anytime for you hubby....but don't even think this is it" Sonarika said with a giggle.

"Damn....my wife is in the mood today"

"Well....its not every day you get the house for yourself"

"day?"

"I thought you knew? Anjali is going with her friends for a much needed break from studies and Karan has extra sports activities in his institution after his classes today....so both of them will return home only by evening which means..."

"Which means you and I will have some private times in this home after all..."

Both of them embraced as Hemant continued.

"I hope I did well right now"

"You did more than well Hemant.....I finally got to sit in your face....I was afraid I was going to choke you"

"Believe me Sona....if death comes that way...I will happily accept it"

"Don't say that"

"Just saying baby....I always love your flesh enveloping my face"

"To me it seems like you were more interested in my boobs"

"That I definitely was.....what can I say. They are.....hypnotic"

"I like that....I like it how you look at them like a hungry puppy"

"I cannot help it Sona....they are one of your highlights of your body"

"Really? Its that good?"

"Obviously.....your boobs are big and full of life.....sometimes I wish I could suck them all day"

"I know about that......don't think I've forgotten what you've done during my labor months"

Hemant blushed , Sonarika loved seeing him do that. It made him stand out from other men as she continued.

"The way you sucked my breast dry that time. I was worried for Karan as I thought you were going to continue drink me after his birth!"

"Stop it Sona , it was an embarassing thing to do then. I admit I went overboard , but I have learned to not risk it anymore"

"Nothing about that was risky Hemant , you loved drinking me , and I let it. Plus , I loved every moment of that"

"You did"

"Of course , its not every time your husband wanted to drink your milk for that matter"

"Stop it Sona , I am feeling embarassed"

Sonarika giggled in response as silence followed them for few minutes. They didn't anything as both of them looked at each other in the eyes. Hemant enjoyed the staring contest between them but after some time , he broke the silence.

"Are we going to keep staring for the rest of the day?"

"Why not , I can always lose myself into your eyes Hemant"

"Well its the opposite for me"

"How so?"

"Because in your eyes , I see the world. The world I am a part of"

Sonarika didn't say anything. She was overwhelmed by her husband's words. The love and guilt in her heart giving her pain and comfort at the same time. 

"Hemant....you are too good for me....sometimes I feel I don't deserve you"

"The feeling is mutual Sona.....in the early days....even sometimes now....I think of myself as the most fortunate one to have a woman like you.......the woman who brought so much light and energy to me in my life....."

Sonarika stopped his talk pressing her finger to his lips. She couldn't hear it anymore , she simply won't. Especially after the overwhelming guilt she has in her. She didn't want to think about Vikram and the broken future ahead , she wanted Hemant , right now at this moment. 

"Enough my love.....we don't have whole day....I need to feel you again..."

"Wel....I am definitely thankful that I have a wife who initiates to feel me"

"Stop talking mister......."

"Make me lady"

And Sonarika knew just how to shut him up. Her lips enveloped his like a wave convergence. It only took a few swirls from her tongue and Hemant's cock was waking up from its slumber again. Her hands immediately got hold of it and started its rough movements to really wake it up. And then witin no time Hemant was rock hard as Sonarika smirked.

"Looks like my husband wants some more of me!!"

She quickly pounced onto his lap and kissed him once more. She grabbed his dick in a vice grip and pointed it at the opening of her already filled up pussy. She was breathing hard.

"I will always want more of you Sona!!!" 

Hemant said as he felt her beginning to lower her pussy over the crown of his cock.

"I know....and I will always need.....this!"

Saying that  , Sonarika lowered her body, taking all of his cock deep into her cunt. 

"AHHHH!!" She screamed as he groaned loudly. 

Sonarika and Hemant looked at each other as the milfy wife's hip began gyrating on her husband's lap. She was so damn hot and wet , already filled with his spunk , she made it hard for him to keep his focus. He wrapped his hands around her and grabbed the globes of her ass, as he lifted his head to take one of her nipples in his mouth. 

"AHHH YES HEMANT KEEP SUCKING MY BOOBS!!! I LOVE IT WHEN YOU SUCK IT BABY AAHHH!!!" 

Sonarika moaned to the roof. Her hips were moving much faster. She was going up and down and then rocking her body side to side to continue to gain new sensations, create new friction and have her husband's cock enter her at different angles. His head was swimming with desire. Hemant began pushing his dick farther into her. He switched over and took her other nipple in his mouth. Her skin smelled of lavender and tasted like cherries just like her perfume fragrance in the morning despite of the sweat that covered her. Her pussy was warm and tight. Her ass was voluptuous and soft to the touch. For Hemant it was an equivalent to have had died and gone to heaven.

"Ahhh! Hemant you've already getting me close honey AHHH!!!" Sonarika announced. 

Hemant looked up at her and felt his dick harden as he saw the incredible look on her face as she fucked him for all he was worth. 

"AH, ah, ah, ah." Sonarika made the most wonderful sounds as the passion rose in her chest. 

Her body was covered in new sweat over the dried up ones and it just seemed to make her more desirable for Hemant. 

"AHHH! Hemant!!! BABY!!! I AM GETTING THERE HONEY!!! AHH!!!!!" 

Hemant could feel just how close she was. He licked both of her nipples one more time and sped his hips into her. 

"I'm cumming, i'm cumming!! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH"

Hemant watched in awe as his gorgeous wife came hard all over again. Her entire body was wracked by spasms and her pussy tightened his cock in sweet, delicious pain. He continued to pump into her enjoying the feel of her cunt as it orgasmed hard. Before she had even fully recovered, he spun them around. Hemant laid her down on the bed and got on top of her. He quickly readjusted and drove his cock to the hilt. Hemant laid atop of her bountiful chest and returned his lips to kissing the sweetest tasting lips in his life. Hemant was now fucking her and from the way that Sonarika's nails were digging into his back, I could tell she enjoyed the reversal.

"Damn, Sona!" Hemant moaned as his hips sped into her pussy that was drenched.

"KEEP DOING ME HEMANT!!! AHHHH THIS FEELS SO GOOD HONEY!!!!! AHH!!" She told him again. 

Hemant smiled at her as his cock pushed harder and deeper into her. She locked her legs around his waist pulling him deeper into her. Their lips met again. Their tongues playing and rubbing each other. He could feel the heat radiating off of her skin and he loved every instant of it. Her arms were wrapped around his neck pulling him deeper into the kiss they were fervently sharing. 

"AHHH!" He loved her moans. 

Hemant pulled his cock out of her, loving the look of shocked outrage that played across her features. He turned her around so that her ass was now pointed at him. Sonarika lay her upper body on the bed as Hemant penetrated her from behind. 

"AHHHH!" They both moaned at the same time.

Hemant tightened his grip on her hips and started fucking her with a fervor he did not know he had until this point. 

"AHHH!!!  HEMANT YOU'RE TAKING ME THERE AGAIN BABY!!!! YESSS BABY DO ME HARD BABY!!!! AHH HEMANT DON'T STOP HONEY AHHH!!!!!" 

Sonarika shouted as Hemant fucked her passionately. His orgasm was nearing ever closer. Hemant wrapped his hand around Sonarika's body and found her clit protruding. He flicked the little nub with his fingers. 

"YESSS HEMANT YESS!!!! I AM CUMMING HONEY!!!!!" 

Sonarika shouted as she was hit by another orgasm. Feeling her tight, wet pussy get even tighter and wetter was all it took to send him over the edge. 

"AHHH SONA!!!!!!!" 

Hemant yelled out as the cum jumped from his cock and ran straight into Sonarika's pussy. He felt the cum leave him and his entire body jump at the feeling of joy and excitement as he filled his lovely wife with all of the cum again.

Hemant collapsed to the side of the bed still embracing her as they both recovered from their orgasmic bliss. Even though it was a wonderful moment of intimacy for them , but for Sonarika , she treated this as a fear it will be her last with Hemant. A one last ride of pleasure with her husband before everything burns to the ground.

The day unfolded like a forgotten melody, tender and familiar. They brewed coffee together in the kitchen, bumping hips playfully as steam rose between them. Hemant teased her about the way she still pronounced 'espresso' wrong, and she mock-punched his arm, laughing in a way she hadn’t in weeks. He took her hand then and twirled her around the living room, music playing softly from an old speaker. Hemant was never a dancer , one time he danced with Karan and Sonarika laughed until that night from the ridiculousness of it , but Hemant moved Sonarika as she enjoyed the moment with him. She melted into his arms, the scent of his cologne and the warmth of his skin both comforting and devastating. Her fingers lingered on his collarbone a little too long, memorizing it like one memorizes the fading pages of a book they love. Every kiss they shared felt heavier, deeper, as if she were pouring her soul into each one.

They made lunch together, feeding each other spoonfuls of spicy dal and rice, laughing when she over-salted the curry. He wiped the corner of her mouth with his thumb, looking at her like she was still the woman he fell in love with in the darkest corner of his life. They sat close on the balcony afterward, watching the Mumbai skyline shimmer through the humidity. She leaned on his shoulder, her fingers tracing circles on his palm, savoring the silence that needed no words. For a moment, her heart screamed for her to stop — to forget Jabalpur, to forget Vikram, to choose this life again. But it was too late for that. The truth had already taken root in her, and all she could do now was live these fleeting hours like a borrowed dream.

By late afternoon, their flirty banter turned tender, lips meeting more hungrily, bodies remembering a rhythm long neglected. They lay tangled in soft bedsheets, her head on his chest, listening to his steady heartbeat — the same beat that would soon crack beneath her truth. He stroked her hair absentmindedly, whispering things about old trips, silly moments from their early marriage, his dreams for their son. She held him tighter, hiding her tears in the crook of his neck, kissing him again and again, desperate to hold onto this feeling. In that moment, there was no affair, no betrayal — just the illusion of love unbroken.

As twilight painted the walls in soft orange, Sonarika watched Hemant from across the room, wearing a tank top, laughing while talking on his phone, the way he always did. Her chest ached. This was the man who had chosen her every single day for ten years, who loved her with a heart she no longer deserved. And still, she had given herself to another. Some time in the very near future, she would tell him. She would watch his world collapse and his eyes go dim with disbelief. But not today. Today, she had given him happiness — the kind of happiness he would remember when she will no longer be in his heart.

The calm of the evening was gently broken by the sound of the front door clicking open, followed by Anjali’s voice echoing through the apartment. 

"I hope you never recommend me movies Bhaiya....whatever we saw was terrible!” 

She called out teasingly, kicking off her sandals as she stepped inside. Karan came rushing in behind her, his backpack swinging wildly. 

"Mumma, I got first prize in ball throw!!" 

He shouted with glee, wrapping his arms around Sonarika’s waist. She smiled and hugged him tightly, her heart both swelling with pride and sinking with dread. Hemant joined them, ruffling Karan’s hair and trading playful jabs with Anjali, who was already teasing him about his poor movie choices. The house returned to its usual rhythm — loud, warm, chaotic — a family in full bloom, unaware of the storm silently forming within its walls.

After dinner, laughter still hung in the air as everyone retreated to their rooms. Sonarika helped Karan brush his teeth and tucked him in, placing a soft kiss on his forehead. Anjali waved a goodnight from her room, already lost in her phone. When she finally returned to the bedroom, Hemant was fast asleep, his body turned toward her, his face peaceful in the dim glow of the bedside lamp. She sat beside him quietly, watching the slow rise and fall of his chest. The weight of her secret pressed harder now, heavier than ever. Her fingers brushed his hair back gently, as if committing his features to memory. The man lying next to her had done nothing but love her — deeply, selflessly, without question. And she would be the one to take it all away. Her eyes welled up, but no tears fell. Instead, she lay down beside him, curling into his warmth, silently whispering apologies into the dark, knowing that this moment — this calm, complete night — would be one of the last they ever shared like this.

                                                                                                                                                                                  (CHAPTER TO BE CONTD)

[Harry Jordan]

                                                                                                                                                                                                      (CHAPTER CONTD)

TWO WEEKS LATER

Hemant adjusted the cuffs of his steel-gray blazer as he stepped into the open patio of Emerald Palace, a breeze from the helipad gently ruffling his hair. The city skyline shimmered in the afternoon sun, but nothing glimmered more than the legacy of the Mehta family, whose empire stood tall behind him. The last time he’d come here, he was nothing more than a sharp but struggling employee, tagging along with Pranitha Mehta. Now, he was the founder of YOD Industries — the man behind the revolutionary Alignment Knots — and had just successfully completed a flawless deal with Simon Nadar, a shell holder of REGAL CORP. This time, he wasn’t here as a guest’s guest. He was here on Simon’s invitation, with a reputation of his own.

Hansraj Mehta, the patriarch of the empire, sat on a sun-lounged chair by the edge of the patio, sipping tea with the calmness of a man who had seen fortunes rise and fall. As Hemant approached, Hansraj stood up with a grace that belied his age. 

"Hemant" he said, offering his hand with a slight smile. 

"You’ve outdone yourself. I hear Simon can’t stop singing praises." 

Hemant bowed his head respectfully. 

"Your words mean a lot, sir. I’ve tried to live up to the trust people like Simon and—" 

His pause was intentional

"—Pranitha once placed in me." 

Hansraj chuckled softly and waved him over to sit. 

"I think you're just getting started. Siddharth was impressed with your approach — not many can impress him that way and to some extent your business practice reminds me of my old days"

The compliment struck deeper than Hansraj knew. The last time Hemant met Siddharth Mehta, the meeting had ended in awkward silence and a humiliation. But today, he was being acknowledged by the man who mattered the most. The two talked business lightly — trends, logistics, expansions — before Hansraj's phone buzzed. After glancing at the screen, he stood up. 

"Business calls, Hemant. But I’ll be watching your journey. Closely." 

As the tycoon walked off, Hemant exhaled with a sense of quiet triumph. He had turned his reputation around in the very place where he once felt small.

Just then, laughter echoed from behind. Rony — all tanned skin and confidence — strutted into the patio wearing nothing but shorts and an air of vanity. His model-esque physique seemed perfectly sculpted for attention. 

"Hemant!" Rony beamed and pulled Hemant into a friendly hug. 

"You’re making waves, man!" 

Hemant smiled politely, his eyes flicking to Rony, whose smirk was smug and knowing. 

"Rony" Hemant said stiffly. 

Rony stretched like a cat and winked 

"Didn’t expect to see you here. Heard you're making quiet some name in the celebrity wing!"

"Am I?"

"Indeed. You really think a Manish Malhotra photoshoot will go unnoticed. I am definitely picking up the first edition when it arrives to pull your leg"

"Well good luck finding me. I'll be lost in one page in that whole magazine filled with Mrunal Thakur"

Before Hemant could continue, she walked in — Pranitha. The white shorts hugged her hips, the unbuttoned linen shirt casually framing the black sports bra beneath. Her hair was tied in a loose bun, damp from what looked like a recent workout. Hemant’s breath caught involuntarily, and he looked — just a second too long. 

"Hemant" Pranitha called out, loud enough for all to hear. 

"You do realize your eyes are still on me, right?" 

Hemant coughed and looked away instantly, heat creeping up his neck. 

"Don’t flatter yourself" he said, but his voice was low. 

"Old habits, I guess" She raised an eyebrow, grinning. 

"Your loss gentleman. You shouldn't have married early" Pranitha teased him.

Rony laughed first, Simon joined in next. 

"Come on, Hemant, don’t go shy on us" Rony teased. 

"You’re famous now, aren’t you? Little harmless staring never hurt anyone" 

Hemant tried to smile it off, but there was a stiffness to his body. 

"Sorry if that was inappropriate" he said, looking at Pranitha. 

But she didn’t miss a beat. 

"It’s okay" she said coolly. 

"Matter of fact you're just the best example for a man that cannot be perfect. Despite all the good things , there are some things that are off about you. Judging me, leering, and then pretending you’re above it all" 

Her voice wasn’t angry — it was worse. Detached. She turned slightly toward Rony and added, 

"Anyway, some people are actually capable of seeing me as a human, not a spectacle"

Hemant stood awkwardly, his mind spiraling between anger, regret, and confusion. He wanted to speak, to tell her he hadn’t meant to look that way, to remind her of their silent falling out some time ago — the verbal argument in the phone where he’d accused her of getting close to Rony again. 

But the words didn’t come. Rony, meanwhile, had gone oddly quiet, his eyes flicking between Hemant and Pranitha as if something about her sudden flirtatiousness unsettled even him. They began walking away, her hand grazing Rony’s arm in a way that made Hemant’s stomach churn. Pranitha looked back at Hemant with a glare that could burn him. Hemant only gave an assuring smile hoping that this smile tells her mind that he is sorry. 

"Let’s not stay here" Simon said gently, clapping Hemant on the back. 

"Let’s hit our favorite bar, yeah? I want to celebrate your success properly" 

Hemant nodded, still watching Pranitha’s retreating figure. The glamour of Emerald Palace, the weight of its gold-and-glass halls, suddenly felt heavy. He came here with a quiet mission — to be recognized, to stand tall. And he had. But he also realized that even in triumph, there were wounds that fame couldn’t heal — and as his mind was converged with thoughts of his hidden motives and agendas. He had only one regret , to not have that friendly bond with Pranitha anymore.

SOMEDAYS LATER IN MUMBAI

The sunlit glass panels of the studio bathed the space in a soft golden hue as Hemant stepped inside, adjusting the cuff of his designer sherwani. The grand set was already buzzing with crew members, photographers, stylists, and assistants dashing across the room. He was early, as always. Nervous energy fluttered in his chest—this was far from a boardroom or a product launch, and the idea of posing for a fashion magazine made him feel distinctly out of his element. But he had promised Manish Malhotra, and a promise to Manish was not something you broke lightly. He looked around the studio, noting the intricate floral arrangements and mirror-laden archways designed for the bridal theme. Then, he saw her—Mrunal Thakur—dbangd in a deep maroon lehenga, radiant and poised.

She noticed him almost instantly and gave a short wave, stepping away from the camera setup. 

"Well, well… look who decided to dabble in modelling" 

Mrunal said playfully, her eyes glinting with amusement as she approached.

Hemant laughed lightly, rubbing the back of his neck. 

"Yeah, I’m already regretting it. I feel like a well-dressed mannequin waiting to be shoved into a showcase"

She chuckled. 

"You look good, Hemant. Relax. And besides, you’re not exactly unknown anymore. Your business is on fire. The Mehta tie-up, the market boom—everyone’s talking about you.” 

Her tone was warm, not flattering—just real. Hemant smiled appreciatively. 

"I’ve been lucky, really. Right place, right people. The Mehtas have been good to me. Pranitha especially"

As they moved closer to the camera setup, Mrunal leaned toward him slightly, her voice lowering conspiratorially. 

"I also heard about your grand entrance at this year’s Malhotra party. Alone, confident, a certified star. And apparently getting all chummy with Ananya and Janhvi, hmm?"

Hemant raised an eyebrow, grinning. 

"News travels fast. But for the record, neither of them tried to kiss me that night" 

He paused for dramatic effect, then added slyly. 

"Unlike someone I know"

Mrunal’s eyes widened before she let out a short gasp, smacking him lightly on the arm. 

"Oh my God. You didn’t just say that!"

Immediately, Hemant held up both hands in mock surrender, a sheepish smile tugging at his lips. 

"Okay, okay… first and last attempt at flirting, I promise"

Still smiling, Mrunal shook her head. 

"That was a decent line. But don’t forget you’re married, Mr. Flirt"

"Please don’t tell my wife" Hemant said with exaggerated fear. 

"She’ll kill me. In designer couture, no less"

Mrunal laughed, her voice echoing softly in the high-ceilinged studio. 

"I won’t. But maybe you should sharpen your flirting skills—for her. Who knows, maybe soon we’ll be hearing about a sibling for little Karan"

Hemant’s face softened at the mention of his son, and a genuine smile spread across his face. 

"That… doesn’t sound like the worst idea"

The photoshoot continued seamlessly after that—Mrunal dazzling in every frame, Hemant gradually relaxing into his poses. When it was finally a wrap, they changed out of their costumes and met once more by the exit, both looking fresh-faced and lighter than when the day began. Mrunal extended her hand. 

"Good luck with the YOD expansion. I’ll be watching"

"And good luck with the film awards season" Hemant said, taking her hand with a smile. 

"Don’t throw up on anyone else"

She laughed again, shaking her head. 

"Only if they’re giggolos"

They parted with an easy smile and a casual wave. Two lives moving in different orbits, briefly intersecting under bridal lights and camera flashes—leaving behind a moment that neither would soon forget.

MEANWHILE AT TANISHQ

Sonarika wore her favorite cream saree and walked into the TANISHQ office, greeted her colleagues, and smiled at clients like nothing was amiss. But every moment alone behind her desk, her thoughts would drift to Jabalpur—Vikram’s voice, his hands, their nights. Stop it, she told herself. But the guilt pressed on her chest like a stone, heavier each day. Hemant had called her two times that afternoon—once to ask if she wanted fish for dinner as he will be home early, and once just to say. 
"I miss you" That last one made her cry silently in the washroom for fifteen minutes.

That night she had a hard time sleeping. The weight of her secret had begun to fracture her sleep. She woke up in the middle of the night, staring at the ceiling fan, its slow rotation mocking her indecision. Hemant was beside her, snoring lightly, his arm slipping across her waist out of habit. She froze, wondering what he would do if he knew where that body had been some time ago ago. That night, she sat up at 3 a.m., lit a candle on the windowsill, and whispered to herself. 

"He deserves the truth"

One day brought a moment of quiet desperation. Meghna was out of the city for some work commitments so Sonarika had that relief in her life right now. But right now she felt Meghna was the least of her worries,  she was more dredding as each day passed and she needed to find the time to tell him. At the lunch table in the office, her colleague Pragya spoke of infidelity in a distant friend’s marriage. 

"You know, it’s not just about the act" Pragya said thoughtfully, 

"It’s about betraying someone’s blind faith in you" 

The words hit Sonarika like a slap. She barely touched her food. That evening at home, she watched Hemant make Karan's science model. 

"You always show up" she said to him out of nowhere. 

He looked up, puzzled. 

"Where else would I be?" he asked, smiling. 

You don’t know, she thought. You have no idea who I’ve become.

The Sunday that came was quiet. They went out to a bookstore, then a cafe. Karan insisted on sitting between his parents. Hemant kept brushing his hand against hers, smiling warmly. She held his hand back, tighter than usual. 

"I need to tell you something" she said once, softly, as they walked to the car. 

He turned to her, curious. But then Karan called out from behind and the moment passed. Sonarika looked up at the sky. There were no stars that night. Only clouds.

That evening at the beach. The sea was louder, or maybe her thoughts were. She stood alone on the shore while the others laughed behind her. She knew what she had to do. Not because she wanted redemption. But because Hemant deserved truth. Because a marriage without truth is a slow death. She looked back at him—smiling, patient, his arm around Karan. She had betrayed that smile. But soon, she would tell him. Not for forgiveness. But for freedom—from this guilt, from this aching deceit.Very soon, the healing, or the end, would begin.

                                                                                                                                                                                         (CHAPTER TO BE CONTD)

[Harry Jordan]

                                                                                                                                                                                             (CHAPTER CONTD)

THAT FATEFUL DAY!


Soon the day arrived , it was a Wednesday. Things were all happy and vibrant in the house at morning as everyone went to their respective works. Sonarika by afternoon , got the courage to finally do it. She didn't speak to Vikram since Jabalpur , never called Meghna. She had to do it. He deserves the truth. This thought kept going in her mind. 

Eventually she picked her phone and dialled Hemant. Hemant picked it up in the second ring itself.

"Hey Sona , is everything okay?"

"Its all fine , I was wondering whether you're free for the day"

"Uhh yeah sure"

"Then why don't we go somewhere , just us"

"Sure but where?"

Sonarika thought for a few seconds. And her mind could only think one place, one place that held significance. The very place Hemant took her for their first date. At the Gateway of India.

"At the Gateway?"

"OHHHH....Interesting....cannot wait"

"See you there"

As she ended the call. She noticed the excitement in Hemant's voice when he heard the Gateway. Sonarika was overwhelmed with emotions for few seconds knowing that she will be walking into an eye of a storm , a storm that is going to wreck her life in unimaginable ways. But there was a strong will in her ,  a will to do something right with him this time. She fixed herself and made her journey to that place which will hold witness to the most important moment of her life.

SOME TIME LATER.......AT THE GATEWAY OF INDIA

The sea breeze was unusually soft that afternoon, brushing gently against the stone walls of the Gateway of India, where Hemant stood waiting. The historical monument stood tall, watching over the lapping waters and distant ferries, but Hemant’s eyes were fixed on the path leading from the road. He saw her. Sonarika. Still radiant, still the woman he had fallen in love with over a decade ago. She smiled faintly as she approached.

"You’re early" she said softly, adjusting the scarf around her neck.

Hemant smiled. 

"Old habits die hard. You know I can’t ever be late for you"

They both chuckled lightly, a nostalgic warmth passing between them. It felt, for a moment, like nothing had changed. They both smiled faintly. It wasn’t the first time they had come here. It was the first place they had met, and now, by a cruel twist of irony, they were here again—under vastly different skies.

She looked around. 

"Still smells of salt and city noise. You remember? I had lost my phone, and you helped me fight that cabbie"

"You were yelling in English. He didn’t understand a word" Hemant chuckled. 

"I had to translate your rage"

"That’s when I called you my ‘angry saviour.’" Her smile faded slightly. 

"You always saved me, Hemant. Even from myself"

He looked at her then—really looked. Something was fragile in her smile. Fleeting. He pushed the thought away.

"How’s YOD Industries doing?" she asked, turning back to face him. 

"Saw your company's banner in King's Circle last week"

"Its a steady progress. Recently completed the deal with Mehtas. Didn't I tell you?"

"No" she said, surprised. 

"That’s amazing. You’ve built it with your bare hands, Hemant. I’m proud" Sonarika meant it.

"And you never stopped working with diamonds. TANISHQ still devouring your soul?"

"Its easy going for now. Got some new clients and they are still trying to milk my dedication"

"How’s Karan? Did he have any issues with his yesterday's homework?"

"He’s seven, Hemant. He says “math is evil” and keeps asking Anju for help"

"He’s got his mother’s attitude" Hemant laughs.

"And your stubbornness" Sonarika joins his laughter with her own.

"Anjali’s still floating in a trance since her excellent results of her exams last week"

"She deserves it. She’s worked so hard"

But Hemant sense something was off. Sonarika never beat around the bush in her conversations like this. Hemant decided to cut to the chase.

"But that’s not what you brought me here to talk about, is it? You're stalling"

She looks at him, startled. Her eyes flicker with fear, shame. She sighed deeply and stepped back slightly, as if creating a little space between them would cushion the blow.

"I know , I just......I just don't know where to start"

"Speak like you normally speak , no need for theatrics Sona"

"There’s no easy way to say this, Hemant" She began, voice low and uncertain.

Hemant now started to show concern , wondering what is bothering her.

"Is everything okay in TANISHQ?" Hemant asked.

"Everything is fine"

"Is Anju ok?"

"Nothing's wrong in the family Hemant....its just....."

"Then tell me Sona.....what's bothering you"

Sonarika maintained the gap between them. And then with a deep breath she confessed.

"I've lied to you Hemant.....I've been lying to you for some time!" 

Hemant realized at that moment that this was definitely something serious. He has never seen Sonarika appear this nervous.

"I just want you to know....that despite everything.....I am saying not because of just honesty....but also to show that I still love and care for you and I don't want you to be kept in the dark"

Hemant was getting a bit disturbed now.

"Okay Sona , you're scaring me now. What's wrong?"

"I want you to listen it all Hemant. I want you to hear everything. Then I am willing to face whatever punishment you deem fit"

Hemant felt an uneasy feeling. He stood there as Sonarika said.

"Do you remember Vikram Bajaj?"

Hemant definitely remembers him from that party where he first met Kunal and Mouni and seeing Vikram

"Yeah , I've met him at your party where we first met Kunal. Plus he was there on TANISHQ's founders day function"

Sonarika's face darkened as she remembered those days.

"I will be honest with you Hemant.....I really wished I never met that man in my life"

That uneasy feeling was building inside Hemant as he awaited what Sonarika had to say.

"When I first met him he was just a mild mannered kind hearted businessman. But eventually our occasional meetings ended up with us having light hearted conversations outside work...He was a good man , always keeping manners and chivalry at front....and then after being with Mouni's friend circle....we ended up being good friends outside work....but everything changed at that Manali trip.....when we went to that hill station and.....in that rain....when we were caught up in the moment.....he kissed me.....I was shocked and devastated.....he apologized then and there saying I reminded him of his own love he has lost long ago....."

Hemant literally went pale. He had a feeling what she was going to confess. Heartbreak was not the first time that happened to him , but he wished , he seriously wished that Sonarika would end her confession there. That this whole confession was only about an accidental kiss between her and Vikram. But she continued and that is when his heart started to sink.

"I don't know what it was.....maybe it was his energy....or a strange connection.....I still believe it was the unexpected distance between us......and Vikram.....he was getting in my head.....and I......I was getting tempted......then on his hotel's inauguration night. Everything changed......he was like a magnet.......And I...I....I was lost in his charms....he engulfed me when I was in my most vulnerable.....and....I succumbed to it"

Tears were forming in Hemant's eyes as he wished Sonarika didn't say what he thought she was going to say. He wished she doesn't say it. But fate had other plans as Sonarika finally confessed.

"I slept with him Hemant.....and.....I've been sleeping with him ever since......I even broke it off when things got personal.....but the recent trip to Jabalpur.....it ended up rekindling what we had......I had chosen us over him....for our family......I was finally happy with my family.....with you.....but this guilt...this pain.....its been eating me alive Hemant......every day I slept beside you knowing that I've committed the worst kind of betrayal a woman could........your honest unconditional love doesn't deserve a betrayer like me......Vikram ruined me Hemant.....he claims he brought out my true side but I know the deep dark truth.......he ruined me and brought me back to the same pit you picked me from......I am willing to accept whatever punishment you want to give Hemant....I have betrayed us.....our beautiful family......I don't deserve a wonderful man like you......but despite all this I can still say that I love--"

As Sonarika turned to complete the sentence , she stopped abruptly. Because she could not fathom the sight before her. Hemant , her Hemant , was no longer standing there with his vibrant smile. Instead he was standing there , tears falling continously from his eyes , broken , shambled to pieces. 

He was crying , her Hemant was crying , crying from the immense pain that has just been caused by her. She watched her perfect husband break apart in front of her , his trust , his faith , his dreams , his love , most importantly his love shattering to smitherines. Sonarika couldn't help but be overhwhelmed by her own emotions as she knew this would happen , she predicted it. But now she was witnessing it , she was watching her husband's heartbreak before her own eyes.

Silence fell between them. Even the bustling crowds around the monument felt muffled now. She was crying quietly. Hemant’s tears began to flow freely. He didn’t say a word. She stepped closer, sobbing. 

"I’m telling you this because I want to be clean. To own what I did. And take whatever punishment you choose. Even if it means you never want to see me again"

He stared at her. A decade of love, laughter, trust—and betrayal—all flashing before his eyes. He opened his mouth, but nothing came. The pain was too large for language.
His body began to shake, lips quivering. She reached out to hold his hand. 

"Hemant, please—say something"

He slowly pulled his hand away. Not violently. Just… finally. Then he turned around, eyes still pouring, and began to walk.

"HEMANT!" 

She screamed behind him, her voice breaking, drawing the attention of a few tourists nearby. He didn’t look back. Just walked, slower. Each step sounded like a goodbye. She ran a few steps after him, but then stopped. Her knees gave in. She dropped to the stone pavement near the railing, holding her face, sobbing uncontrollably.

Hemant climbed into his SUV, still crying. Still broken.

As he drove off, merging with the Mumbai traffic, Sonarika felt something snap inside her. The car disappeared from view, but in her heart, she knew—Hemant hadn’t just driven away from the Gateway. He had driven away from her. And as her tears fell, her world collapsed, piece by piece, in front of hundreds of strangers and the sea that once bore witness to their love.

Hemant’s hands gripped the steering wheel tighter than necessary, his knuckles pale against the leather. The SUV glided through Colaba Causeway, past vendors and rickshaws, but he saw none of it. His ears still echoed with her voice.

"I slept with him Hemant.....and.....I've been sleeping with him ever since"


A sound escaped him—half grunt, half sob. He hated himself for it. His throat was raw. Eyes swollen. The ache in his chest radiated like a wound that kept tearing every time he blinked.

He had cried before. Many losses in his life , his breakup with Sanjana , loosing a friend in the battlefield , Kira breaking his heart , loosing Ashnoor , loosing the Rustom family. But never like this. Never because the foundation of his world had been pulled out from under him.

He pulled into an empty alley near Marine Lines and killed the engine. And for the first time in hours, silence surrounded him. But inside? Inside was war.

Ten years.



Of breakfasts made with sleepy smiles. Of holidays planned with Karan’s scribbled drawings. Of Sunday mornings tangled in bedsheets and laughter.



Gone. Rewritten. Poisoned.


Hemant leaned forward, forehead resting against the steering wheel. He remembered Manali. She had sent photos—selfies with friends, shots of snow. And he had smiled like a fool, thinking, God, she looks happy.

Was there more? Was she in love with him? The betrayal didn’t just sting—it dismantled. And worst of all was Karan. What would he tell their son? That his mother had loved another man? That his father walked away like a coward? But Hemant wasn’t a coward. He just couldn’t breathe around her anymore.

Everything about Sonarika—her perfume, her laughter, her fingers brushing his hand at dinner—now burned with betrayal. He hated her. He missed her. He hated that he missed her.

"Why?" he whispered, wiping his face. 

"What was my mistake Sona…"

And yet, deep down, he still saw her crying on the steps of the Gateway—her silhouette blurred by regret. He could still feel her hand reaching out. He hadn’t held it. Not this time.

Sonarika sat on the cold marble floor of her living room, knees drawn to her chest. The pain hadn’t stopped. It had followed her home like guilt—unshakable, unrelenting. She hadn’t changed out of her dress. The fabric clung to her like punishment. The moment Hemant walked away at the Gateway replayed in a torturous loop. His face—broken. His silence—deafening. He didn’t even curse her. She almost wished he had.

The house was too quiet. Karan was with her sister Anjali for the day, and for once, she was grateful. She couldn’t let her son see her like this—falling apart. She walked into their bedroom. Their bed was still made, pillows neatly fluffed the way Hemant liked them. She reached out and touched his side of the mattress. Still faintly warm.

She collapsed onto it, burying her face in his pillow. His scent lingered—woodsy, crisp. She broke into sobs that rattled her bones.

“I’m sorry, Hemant… I’m so sorry…”

She had prepared for anger. For screaming. For accusations. She hadn’t prepared for silence. His walking away spoke louder than any outburst. And now she faced what came next.

She walked to her closet and pulled out a small wooden box. Letters. Mementos. Anniversary cards. The ticket stub from their first movie. A dried rose from their honeymoon in the Kerala backwaters.

All of it now lay on the floor.

Sonarika knew now that consequences weren’t always punishments. Sometimes, they were just the echo of absence. And in that echo, she would live—alone, accountable, and grieving for the life she broke with her own hands.


HOURS LATER IN THE EVENING


The sky had long dimmed to a dusky charcoal by the time Sonarika stood by the balcony of their home, her eyes wondering about the time , Hemant should be home by now. Her heart thudded beneath a chest wrapped in guilt and dread. She hadn’t changed out of her dress from earlier, the same one she wore when she confessed to Hemant at the Gateway of India — a place that was once an important part of their love story, now turned into the site of emotional devastation. 

"I broke him" she whispered to herself, gripping the curtain tightly. 

"God, what have I done…" 

She could still see the image in her mind — Hemant turning away from her, his shoulders trembling, his hand covering his face, the weight of her betrayal making him stagger like a wounded man.

Inside the dining room, Anjali was clearing up after dinner, while little Karan sat on the couch playing with his toy truck, unaware of the emotional chasm tearing through his mother. 

"Didi" Anjali asked as she returned from the kitchen. 

"Bhaiya didn’t even call? It’s so late" Sonarika quickly masked her grief with a rehearsed smile. 

"No, he messaged earlier. Something came up at the factory. A machine failure or something" 

She lied. The words left her mouth like shards of glass. She turned away before her sister could see the tears welling up. She hadn’t told Anjali. She hadn’t told Karan. How could she? How does one tell their child that their mother shattered their father’s heart?

As night deepened and the silence grew heavier, Sonarika found herself standing before the altar in their bedroom — the one where Hemant used to draw curtains every morning to wake her. She pressed her palms together and bowed her head, praying feverishly. Please bring him home… let him be safe. Let me undo this, if that's even possible. Just don't let him be harmed... 

Her throat burned from holding back sobs all day. Regret had taken root in her bones. The affair with Vikram, once a secret temptation, now felt like a curse she had willingly embraced and unleashed upon her family. 

"He didn’t deserve this" she murmured. 

"He was the best person any woman could have" 

She imagined him wandering the streets, grief-stricken, maybe even drinking — and her mind spiraled into darker fears. What if he never comes back? Just as she was about to collapse onto the floor, the phone rang — loud and shrill, slicing through the silence. She lunged for it, heart pounding. 

"Hello?" she gasped.

"Are you Mrs. Hemant Kumar?" a calm but urgent voice asked from the other end.

"Yes, this is…"

"You need to come to Sanjeevani Hospital. Your husband has suffered a stroke"

The phone nearly slipped from her hand. Her world tilted. 

"What— what did you say?" 

She stammered, but the voice had already begun giving her directions. Her mind went blank. Everything she had feared was now real. She turned, wide-eyed, toward Anjali, who noticed her paling face.

"Didi? What happened?"

Sonarika's lips trembled, but no words came out. She could only grab her purse and keys, her legs already moving. 
All she could think was Please… don’t take him away from me… Not like this…

THAT AFTERNOON IN SHANGHAI CHINA

The humid stillness of the afternoon in Shuangqiao Nancun shattered with the staccato rattle of automatic gunfire. Ricky Tan, the iron-fisted proprietor of The Golden Yang hotel and a feared red pole of the Sun On Yee Triad, was reviewing security ledgers in his office when the chaos erupted outside. Cries of panic and shattering glass echoed from the market street below. He peered through the heavy dbangs of his office window, heart steady but eyes narrowing in focus, and saw sheer pandemonium. Civilians fled in every direction, stalls overturned, smoke curling into the air. Marching through the smoke were masked young men, their strides calm and methodical, rifles in hand and katanas glinting on their backs. These weren’t mere thugs. This was an execution squad.

Without hesitation, Ricky barked commands into his encrypted comms unit, ordering his guards to lockdown the hotel. Muscle-bound enforcers in black suits surged into the lobbies and corridors, drawing pistols, but they were no match for what was coming. The assailants moved with surgical precision. Gunfire tore through the ornate entrance as bullets chewed into marble columns and decorative lanterns. Screams of hotel staff and foreign guests filled the air as blood stained the luxury carpets. One by one, Ricky’s men were gunned down, some trying to shield guests, others caught mid-counterattack. The invaders pressed on relentlessly, showing no distinction between the guilty and the innocent. It was not a raid — it was a massacre.

The heart of The Golden Yang, once the jewel of Ricky's empire, had become a slaughterhouse. Amid shattered glass and the scent of gunpowder, the assailants finally breached Ricky’s private suite on the top floor. Leading them was a man with cold eyes and a scar that traced his jaw like a mark of fate. Lai Tong — the younger brother of Tong, the infamous torture specialist executed years ago under mysterious orders. Ricky stood defiant, the last man alive, blood spattered across his white shirt. Lai raised his katana slowly, his voice steady as he asked. 

"Any last words?" Ricky simply smiled, fearless to the end. 

"I know my end when I see it. But don’t worry. Whatever you do to me now, Michael will do to you far, far worse" 

The name hit Lai like a slap. He hissed. 

"I will avenge my brother" Ricky’s final taunt sliced deeper than any blade 

"Do not worry, you will see your brother… when you meet Michael"

The katana whistled through the air and met its mark with brutal finality. Ricky’s head rolled across the blood-slicked marble, his body slumping forward with eerie grace. Silence fell over the ruined suite for a beat — then Lai turned, chest heaving, fury still unquenched. He crossed to Ricky’s blood-stained desk, scanning documents and surveillance photos hastily strewn during the attack. One photo arrested his attention: a candid image of a man in a black coat, in London. Hemant — also known in the shadows as Michael King, the man whispered to have a legacy of destruction and fear in the past and the person responsible for Tong’s death. Lai’s jaw clenched as he recognized the face. With a savage growl, he plunged his katana through the image. Ricky’s blood, still fresh on the blade, seeped into the paper, turning Hemant’s face crimson.

Outside, Shuangqiao Nancun was a smoldering war zone. Emergency sirens wailed in the distance, too late to matter. The Golden Yang was no longer a symbol of Triad power but a monument to vengeance. Civilians whispered the name Lai Tong with dread, a ghost reborn in blood. And far away, across oceans and borders, a storm was brewing — for the man in the photo had felt the ripple. 

Michael King would come. And when he did, vengeance would meet judgment in a final reckoning that would bring down empires.


                                                                                                                                                                                                       END OF CHAPTER 19

[RCF]

Nice update. You purposefully ended it with out the episodes of confrontation and left it for next episode... and adding final love making between the couple is good addition. As much as I like action, celebrities and scenes related to that, the real content only comes from the emotional aspects so focus on Sonarika's arc and Hemanth's arc around his family and friends will still be my focus leaving all the MK arc which is less appealing to me, though I understand the story needs it all to keep things interesting.

Please send updates weekend if possible.

~RCF

[Blackdick11]

Poor hemant. he had stared death in the eye and dodged bullets, and he had outwitted men who wanted him dead, but nothing had prepared him for this.
not this quiet confession and not this soft, trembling voice that admitted something far more lethal than a knife to the chest.
because you expect betrayal from an enemy, but when it comes from the woman you love, it cuts much deeper.
it not only rewrites your past but also taints your memories and makes you question everything you once believed was real.
pain is not always loud.
sometimes, it’s a quiet devastation.
a man sitting still, breathing… but bleeding internally in places no doctor can reach.