Adultery Love Sex And War : Age Of Darkness

[Demeter]

Hello friends,

Let's make the wait a little more bearable!
I have a few suggestions:
What do you think? Will Sonarika meet Vikram to have sex with him?
Or will she resist temptation even though she meets him?
Will Hemant catch Tara spying on him?


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Demeter

[RCF]

Hello friends,

Let's make the wait a little more bearable!
I have a few suggestions:
What do you think? Will Sonarika meet Vikram to have sex with him?
Or will she resist temptation even though she meets him?
Will Hemant catch Tara spying on him?


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Demeter

No & No. 

Sonarika and Vikram will never have sex again...There won't be meaning now if she slips again after all thatself realization and nurturing plants through which she rediscovered herself unless Vikram gets her by making her intoxicated or some other cruel means. If that happens then the friendship that he is faking right now will break permanently and also there is a good chance that Hemanth will see it if they have sex next time.

Sonarika and Hemant meet again will be probably to drop kids back to his new villa and probably Hemanth might not want to meet her since he accepted she has moved on so their next meet would be some big revelation for each other to know both of them grew big in their own ways and I also feel there is a reason Hemanth's new venture and partnership is in Goa and her work is also in Goa and its not a coincidence. Sonarika some day will make big impact on his empire and save the day for Hemanth probably is my guess. 

Hemanth will not catch Tara so soon, it will be in penultimate chapters where true betrayal happens and she will be the reason for his set back and he will be saved by Sonarika. 

All my predictions lol lets see how much of it is truth. 

~RCF

[DeanWinchester00007]

Hello friends,

Let's make the wait a little more bearable!
I have a few suggestions:
What do you think? Will Sonarika meet Vikram to have sex with him?
Or will she resist temptation even though she meets him?
Will Hemant catch Tara spying on him?


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Demeter

Sorry ? Who ? Who is SONARIKA ? 

Never heard that Name . I have left her character at the Airport . I am done with her character . 

As Harry said , that upcoming chapters will contains lots of Action , Both kind of Actions . So much fucking without her does not make sense . 

VIKRAM definitely banged her in Delhi . She cannot resist him . The photographs clearly shows us that they are still meeting and very affectionate in public places . 

Sonarika is like Archetype of Indian Husband features in Indian Erotic forums . Hahahaha , Stupidity is so high sometimes it hurts your brain . Even after everything that had happened , She is still meeting him . Why ? Going on concert with him ? 
Why ? All she had to do is Just STAY AWAY from him . But Nope ? She cannot , and this speaks volume . If she simply cannot resist meeting him , why would she resist fucking him   ( given their history ) ? and now that VATIKA angle came up , He is gonna follow her to GOA too . 




Same thing happened in Past chapters , It has become repetitive and boring . We had long discussion and then ended it , until , I read your comment but did not replied because I did not want to repeat the same thing again but Now that I am feeling bored, This is the only reason I am making a comment on SONA .

I think i would be okay If Another Man comes in her life , Just for change . VIKRAM always had an upper hand on her as compare to HEMANT . Let Another Man bangs her    . If Hemant is banging Bollywood Divas , She should bang some Handsome Hunks of Bollywood Or South    





Given than , VIKRAM is not bad guy ( which I think one of the worst take , His character had potential to become an obsessive lover and all that etc etc )  and She feels guilty for him , that She used him , She cares for him and He has some space in her heart which shows It is not that hard for VIKRAM to have SONA and Apart from Airport scene , There is not enough concreate material to believe that She still loves HEMANT . Also Them going back together does not make sense , The story has progressed so much , The story has branched so vast , It is going to be very difficult to circle back . So I think it is better that they part their ways , At least for now . In future may be but Right now , They should drift apart , Far Far away from each other . Dur se bhi bahut Dur 

But Given that , Hemant has decided to move on from her so it does not matter , what she does or does not . Her actions arent gonna affect him now , So relevancy  of her fucking VIKRAM and or any other Man is no of consequence . Earlier her actions had some effect on Hemant Mental health , He was descending towards the madness but now Given That He decided to move on from her , ended this subplot . ( And I hated this , Seeing Hemant Calm and Compose is so frustrating   ) 

As for TARA , I dont think so Hemant will catch her . Either He already knows about her or He will find out only when she has done enough damage . I think there should be some character who outsmarts Hemant . 

We also do not have much on TARA , Her back story and her character is yet to be explore . We dont know how lethal she is . Whoever she is , She must have some level of skills to go on toe to toe against HEMANT , this is why she was sent to spy on Michael . 

Also , I like reading your comments, I hope in future we get more of your fresh and unique perspective about every updates .  

 


and 



DROP THE NUKE ! HARRY  

(Comments are for fun )

[Demeter]

No & No. 

Sonarika and Vikram will never have sex again...There won't be meaning now if she slips again after all thatself realization and nurturing plants through which she rediscovered herself unless Vikram gets her by making her intoxicated or some other cruel means. If that happens then the friendship that he is faking right now will break permanently and also there is a good chance that Hemanth will see it if they have sex next time.

Sonarika and Hemant meet again will be probably to drop kids back to his new villa and probably Hemanth might not want to meet her since he accepted she has moved on so their next meet would be some big revelation for each other to know both of them grew big in their own ways and I also feel there is a reason Hemanth's new venture and partnership is in Goa and her work is also in Goa and its not a coincidence. Sonarika some day will make big impact on his empire and save the day for Hemanth probably is my guess. 

Hemanth will not catch Tara so soon, it will be in penultimate chapters where true betrayal happens and she will be the reason for his set back and he will be saved by Sonarika. 

All my predictions lol lets see how much of it is truth. 

~RCF

These are interesting additional considerations, which are certainly logical and understandable.
We will then see together what the next chapter holds and reveals.

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Demeter

[Demeter]

VIKRAM definitely banged her in Delhi . She cannot resist him . The photographs clearly shows us that they are still meeting and very affectionate in public places . 

Sonarika is like Archetype of Indian Husband features in Indian Erotic forums . Hahahaha , Stupidity is so high sometimes it hurts your brain . Even after everything that had happened , She is still meeting him . Why ? Going on concert with him ? 
Why ? All she had to do is Just STAY AWAY from him . But Nope ? She cannot , and this speaks volume . If she simply cannot resist meeting him , why would she resist fucking him   ( given their history ) ? and now that VATIKA angle came up , He is gonna follow her to GOA too . 
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Same thing happened in Past chapters , It has become repetitive and boring . We had long discussion and then ended it , until , I read your comment but did not replied because I did not want to repeat the same thing again but Now that I am feeling bored, This is the only reason I am making a comment on SONA .

I think i would be okay If Another Man comes in her life , Just for change . VIKRAM always had an upper hand on her as compare to HEMANT . Let Another Man bangs her    . If Hemant is banging Bollywood Divas , She should bang some Handsome Hunks of Bollywood Or South    

I consider your explanation to be insightful, as you meticulously describe how things have developed in the past and how, in your opinion, they will develop in the future.

With his writing style, the author has created a labyrinth of love, emotion, resentment, desire for revenge, conflict, power struggles and intrigue, which has several exits that have yet to be discovered. 
With each new chapter, I see a step forward and not a single step back!

Even the physical separation between Sonarika and Hemant is so carefully presented by the author that, as a reader, I see a step forward that leaves no room for resignation – for either spouse.

The central question is whether the different feelings and perspectives of the two poles, YIN and YANG, can be harmoniously balanced in the temporary behaviour between Hemant and Michael King in the coming chapters. 
In my opinion, the answer to this question will represent a turning point in this story, which will become clear in the coming chapters.

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Demeter

[praveen_33]

When will he the next update?

[praveen_33]

When will be the next update?

[praveen_33]

Next update?

[Speedy21]

Harry weekend is passed!?

[Harry Jordan]

Sorry guys.

Like I said my process is a bit slow. And I don't want to compromise the quality of the chapters. Its coming up good , there is some last minute changes I did to it. But safe to say tomorrow morning I will be posting Chapter 30 tomorrow morning. This will also focus on Hemant more and there is some changes I have made regarding the story. The changes will be revealed once the chapter is posted. The sex is slightly toned down but at the same time focusing on the conflict ahead as the next big action setup is teased in this chapter. There will also be an interesting suspense element before the ending of the chapter so I hope people will like that interesting suspense. 

So brace for it as Chapter 30 comes live tomorrow morning!

[Speedy21]

Sorry guys.

Like I said my process is a bit slow. And I don't want to compromise the quality of the chapters. Its coming up good , there is some last minute changes I did to it. But safe to say tomorrow morning I will be posting Chapter 30 tomorrow morning. This will also focus on Hemant more and there is some changes I have made regarding the story. The changes will be revealed once the chapter is posted. The sex is slightly toned down but at the same time focusing on the conflict ahead as the next big action setup is teased in this chapter. There will also be an interesting suspense element before the ending of the chapter so I hope people will like that interesting suspense. 

So brace for it as Chapter 30 comes live tomorrow morning!

Any time soon!?!???

[Harry Jordan]

Due to some power issues got delayed a little more. But regardless its here. Chapter 30 coming online in few moments!

[Harry Jordan]

                                                                                                                                                                                CHAPTER 30

The villa began to change almost immediately.


By the next morning, Hemant had called in an interior design crew—quiet, efficient, handpicked. What followed was not chaos, but precision. Walls were stripped, spaces reimagined. New security systems—his own—were embedded seamlessly into the architecture. Biometric scanners hidden behind marble. Motion sensors calibrated to breath and shadow. Thick, reinforced glass panels installed across the lower sections, separating the living room, kitchen, outdoor gym, and indoor training areas. Elegant. Impenetrable. By evening, the sound of drills and measured footsteps filled the house when his phone rang. Hemant glanced at the screen.
Sonarika.

He hesitated only a moment before answering.

"Papa!" Karan’s voice burst through the line—upset, small, trembling with emotion.

"Why didn’t you take my call? I was calling you" Karan asked, hurt spilling through every word. 

Hemant’s chest tightened instantly. He turned away from the workers, stepping into the quieter corner of the balcony.

"I’m sorry, champ, Papa had to go somewhere because something bad happened" 

He said gently. 

"What bad?" Karan asked.

"A very good friend of Papa’s went away. Very far" Hemant swallowed.

Karan was quiet. 

"Like… holiday?"

"No" Hemant said softly, choosing his words with care. 

"It means Papa won’t be able to meet him again. But it also means he’s not in pain anymore"

Karan tried to process this, his little mind circling something too big to grasp.

"Oh" he said finally. Then, unexpectedly, 

"I’m sorry, Papa. I was mad at you" Hemant blinked hard, eyes stinging.

"It’s okay, You never have to say sorry to Papa" he said, voice thick. 

Karan smiled at the screen, pride glowing in his eyes. "You’re the best Papa."

Hemant closed his eyes for a second, steadying himself. 

"And when you come back, I have some really fun plans for us. Just you and me"

"Promise?" Karan asked.

"Promise"

Karan lit up immediately. 

"Papa! The concert was so fun! Mumma stood with me the whole time. She didn’t even sit! We sang songs together"

Hemant listened, quietly grateful.

"And Mumma didn’t let me go with Meghna aunty," Karan added seriously. "She stayed with me the whole night"

"That’s good" Hemant exhaled, relieved. 

"And Boss Nani was there!" 

Karan continued, referring—innocently—to Sreelekha Naik. For a fleeting moment, a familiar ache stirred. But it passed. Hemant had made peace. Sonarika’s choices were no longer his burden.

"I had fun with Mumma, Anju didi, Ragini aunty, Nana Nani" Karan went on. 

"And Dance Uncle too"

"I’m happy you had fun, champ" Hemant smiled. 

They wished each other good night, and the call ended with Karan blowing an exaggerated kiss to the screen. Hemant stood still for a moment after the call ended—then turned back to the house. The following days passed in a rhythm of creation.

He oversaw the renovations personally. New glass panels rose like silent sentinels, each fitted with advanced locking systems. Access cards were programmed—one master card for him, one secondary for Tara. The villa transformed quickly. What was once a dream of family became something else entirely.

A fortress. A sanctuary. A statement.

By the end of the renovation, the Silver Beach villa no longer felt like a memory—it felt like an achievement. Regal. Controlled. Immaculate. A residence worthy of the city’s elite.
Hemant stood in the center of it all one evening, hands in his pockets, surveying the space.

This wasn’t an ending. It was a beginning. A new lifestyle. A new identity. A life crafted by his own hands—and finally, fully his.

The house was quiet in a way Hemant had never known before.

Not the hollow quiet of loneliness—but the deliberate silence of control.

He stood by the floor-to-ceiling glass, Mumbai’s dark sea in front of him like a void of black, a glass of water untouched in his hand. The villa reflected him back in fragments—steel, marble, shadows—pieces of a man who had survived something and come out altered.

His thoughts drifted, inevitably, to the future.

Did he even want a partner anymore?

Sonarika’s betrayal had done more than break his heart. It had carved a hollow space inside him— her actions didn't just break his heart , but his overall trust in love. Because she was not the first one to do it. Sonarika might've been the breaking point. Sanjana , Kira , Ashnoor and now Sonarika. Sometimes a man goes through enough pain after which he contemplates whether he need that pain again. What if he loves again and this same pain awaits him. Love, once instinctive and unquestioned, now felt like a kind of torture that only broke him further. He no longer craved permanence. No yearning for forever. No hunger for vows or promises.

Commitment felt… dangerous.

And yet, women still existed in his orbit. Real women. Complex women. Women with expectations.

Tamanna came to mind first.

She understood him in a way few ever had. The quiet empathy of shared scars. A woman who had watched her loved one fall in tragedy and escaped and emerged not bitter, but grounded. Two single parents navigating broken maps. With her, life could be steady. Gentle. Familiar. There was compatibility there—undeniable.

But Hemant knew himself too well.

He was still exposed. Still fragile beneath the composure. Opening his heart again felt like walking into fire with bare skin. He wasn’t sure he could survive another burn.

Then there was Pranitha.

An entirely different equation.

She belonged to the life he had stepped into now—the world of private jets, champagne evenings, power dinners, and unspoken dominance. The kind he was once familiar with Michael King. In a way Pranitha was an invitation to the glitter and passion he once had with Ashnoor. In a way Pranitha was more like Ashnoor only bolder and intense. She was calm where the world was loud. Confident without arrogance. With her, life wouldn’t be safe—but it would be electric.

Adventure. Passion. An intimacy that didn’t need promises to feel real.

What stayed with him most was this truth—she had always seen him. Even when he was just an overweight employer hiding behind authority, she had looked at him like he mattered. Like he was enough.

Now, as a tycoon, she fit seamlessly beside him.

And yet… commitment loomed again. Expectations again. Vulnerability again. Everytime love came in his life , fate eventually had cruel plans to haunt him.

For the first time in weeks, Hemant realized something else.

Sonarika no longer haunted him.

No dreams. No jolting awakenings. No sharp pains tearing through sleep. She had become what she was always meant to be—his past. A chapter closed, painful but finished.

He was learning to move on.

Still, the dilemma remained.

Raquel’s voice echoed in his mind. His friends’. His people’s.

You have a bigger family now.
There are more people who care about you.

They were right.

But caring didn’t have to mean binding himself again.

Hemant took a slow breath and made a decision—not dramatic, not emotional, just honest.

No commitments.
Not now.

He was still healing. Still recalibrating who he was without betrayal defining him. Love could wait. Promises could wait. Forever could wait.

For now, he would choose freedom. Presence without pressure. Connection without cages.

Situationships, not scars.

He turned away from the glass, the city still alive behind him, and felt something unfamiliar settle into his chest.

Not certainty.

But peace.

And for the first time in a long time—that was enough.           

The call came on a quiet afternoon, just as Hemant was finishing his last set at the outdoor gym.

MYRIAD.

One of the biggest gym-fashion giants in the country wanted him for a full-fledged photoshoot—front and center—for Fitness Guru magazine.

Hemant listened calmly, but the moment the name Roxy came up, a small smile curved at the edge of his mouth. Roxy had styled him before—most notably for the Fortune Magazine cover—and he had personally recommended him again. According to him, the world needed to see more of him.

"An industrialist with that kind of physique? That’s not normal. That’s a story" 

He had told the magazine board. The magazine head didn’t just want a shoot. They wanted an inside look. His discipline. His fitness philosophy. His routine.

And that was when Hemant knew exactly what he wanted to do.

He insisted the shoot include WLFL — Wrestler & Fighting Legends Federation.

The gym that had shaped him.

The place that had made him saved him again in life.

WLFL wasn’t flashy. It didn’t have mirrors that stretched to infinity or luxury branding plastered on walls. It smelled of sweat, discipline, and legacy. This was where college-aged Hemant had learned to fight—not just opponents, but himself. This was where the man he was today had been rebuilt.

The cameras rolled as Hemant trained, moved, stretched, and sparred.

In the interview, he spoke with quiet pride.

"This place gave me structure when my life didn’t have any. WLFL is a place of hardwork and perseverence , where I was molded into what I am today!" 

He said. He made sure the names were said clearly.

Raghavendra — Raghav, the backbone of the gym.
Arnav Meba — Rony, one of the rare Muay Thai trainers in Mumbai.

"WLFL is one of the few places that teaches Muay Thai authentically. If you want to learn how to respect your body and your limits—this is where you come"

Hemant added.

Raghav watched from the side, arms crossed, chest heavy with pride. WLFL had always believed in Hemant, even when the world hadn’t. Now the world was finally listening.

The second half of the shoot moved to a posh hotel gallery—polished marble, controlled lighting, elite minimalism. Hemant transitioned seamlessly between looks. Compression wear. Training tanks. High-end gym jackets.

And then came that look. Just gym shorts. Nothing else. The room fell into a strange silence. Hemant stood relaxed, shoulders broad, chest full, abs carved with ruthless precision. His physique wasn’t just muscular—it was earned. Years of discipline sat visibly on his frame, unapologetic and commanding.

Two female technicians struggled to stay focused, their glances lingering longer than professional courtesy allowed. One nearly dropped a lighting tool before catching herself.

Hemant noticed. And for the first time in a long while—he enjoyed it. Not arrogantly. Not desperately. Just… comfortably. This was his body. His work. His achievement.

For a brief moment, there were no betrayals. No heartbreaks. No sleepless nights haunted by memories. There was only the click of the camera, the warmth of the lights, and the undeniable fact that he had built something powerful—inside and out.

As the shoot wrapped, Roxy walked up to him, eyes sharp with satisfaction.

"Get used to the attention hunk. This photoshoot will make all the rich ladies in the city crave you!!!" 

Rosy said, gesturing at him. Hemant exhaled slowly, feeling lighter than he had in weeks. For once, he wasn’t thinking. He was simply being.

A few days later, Hemant’s phone buzzed while he was reviewing reports in his study.

Video call: Sonarika.

He exhaled, already guessing who it would be, and answered.

The screen filled with Karan’s face—wide grin, eyes glowing with excitement.

"Papa!" Karan shouted, almost dropping the phone in his enthusiasm.

Hemant laughed, the sound warm and instinctive. 

"Hey, champ. What’s got you so excited?"

Karan tilted the phone proudly toward a glossy cover. 

"Look! I found you at the mall!"

There it was—Fortune Magazine, his face bold and confident under the lights. Hemant felt a strange mix of pride and tenderness. 

"Whoa. That’s my guy" he said softly.

"Papa, are you going to be a filmstar now?" Karan squinted at the cover. 

"No, no. Not a filmstar. But maybe you’ll see Papa on more magazine covers" Hemant chuckled.

Karan nodded. Then, as if sharing a secret, he leaned closer to the camera.

"Mumma bought lots of these. She’s giving them to everyone in the neighbourhood"

That caught Hemant off guard.

For a fraction of a second, old instincts stirred—but he stopped himself. No assumptions. No spirals.

"Oh? That’s… nice of her" he said evenly.

"Where’s Mumma right now?" He cleared his throat gently. 

"She went with Ragini Aunty to a fitness center" Karan replied.

That felt odd. Sonarika and gyms at this time had never been a thing. She always preferred early morning. His mind briefly wandered—to Ragini, to Vikram, to familiar patterns— probably a lie she had created to meet Vikram again. But he cut the thought short. He wasn’t doing this anymore.

"And what did you do in these days?" 

Hemant asked, steering the moment back where it belonged. Karan’s face lit up again. 

"Yesterday Mumma took me and Anju Didi to Adventure Island! I went on the big ride, Papa!"

"That’s awesome" Hemant smiled, genuinely. 

"And next week, we’re going to Atlantic Water World!" Karan added, bouncing a little, 

"Lucky you, have all the fun. We’ll make our own plans when you’re back, deal?" 

Hemant said, warmth filling his chest. 

"Deal! Good night, Papa" Karan grinned. 

"Good night, champ"

The call ended.

Hemant sat still for a moment, thoughts drifting—Sonarika buying stacks of magazines, the gym visits—but before they could settle, his phone buzzed again.

Social Media

Roxy had posted a preview from the Fitness Guru shoot. The video was clean, sharp, unapologetic. Him in motion. Power. Presence.

The reactions exploded instantly.

A DM popped up.

Ananya: [Screenshot of him in gym shorts]
"DADDY" along with a Kiss and a Dog emoji

Hemant shook his head, half amused, half stunned.

Another notification.

Janhvi Kapoor: Shocking Face Emoji

Then—

Mrunal Thakur: "My timeline is officially blessed" with another kiss emoji.

He leaned back in his chair, letting out a low laugh. This world—this version of his life—still felt unreal at times.

Then came the message that made him pause.

Pranitha: "We need a video call tonight. Late. I have… plans"

Hemant exhaled slowly, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. For the first time in a long while, the noise in his head softened. He looked out toward the sea beyond his villa windows and shook his head lightly.

"Well" he murmured to himself, phone still glowing in his hand,

"Looks like it’s going to be a long night"

THAT NIGHT

Hemant had his wonderful warm shower and had his change of clothes for the night. As every minute passed , he could hear and feel his heartbeat. As he got comfortable in his bed , he waited and eventually. He initiated the video call.

The video call connected, and Hemant’s breath hitched. There she was. Pranitha, submerged in a mountain of white foam in a deep marble tub, her dark hair piled loosely atop her head. Her sleek shoulder rose from the bubbles, water droplets gleaming in the low light.

Her eyes, dark and knowing, locked onto his through the screen. A slow, wicked smile curved her lips. 

"You just had to ruin my entire day, didn’t you?"

Hemant leaned back against his headboard, the silk of his pillow cool against his neck. 

"And how did I manage that?"

"An important merger negotiation. Noon. My phone buzzed with an update" 

She let her head fall back against the tub’s rim, exposing the elegant line of her throat. 

"It was your photoshoot video. I watched it. Three times. Couldn’t concentrate on a single word after that"

A low thrum of arousal pulsed in Hemant’s groin. He watched, utterly captivated, as she sat up. The foam clung to her skin, sliding in slow, tantalizing rivulets down her chest. She reached for a handheld shower, and the water cascaded over her, rinsing the suds away. Inch by glorious inch, her body was revealed—the swell of her breasts, tipped with dusky pink, the dip of her waist, the smooth plane of her stomach.

She stood up in the tub, water sluicing off her. Completely nude. Utterly unashamed. The sight was a physical punch to his gut. His cock, already stirring, thickened against his thigh.

"See something you like?" she purred, her voice a husky vibration in the quiet of his bedroom.

"Every damn thing"

She turned, presenting her back to the camera, and bent forward slightly to grab a towel. The move was deliberate, artful. It showcased the perfect, round globes of her ass, still glistening wet. Peachy. The word didn’t do it justice. It was a masterpiece.

"Tell me, Hemant" 

She said, her voice dropping to a sultry whisper as she straightened and began patting herself dry. 

"Have you ever eaten ass before?"

The blunt question, coming from the poised board member of Regal Corp, sent a jolt through him. He didn’t hesitate. 

"I have. Multiple times in the past , a young lady , a badass fighter chick. Then there was my wife, Sonarika… she had a meaty and plumpy ass. I’d make her cry from the orgasms, eating her out until she couldn’t take it anymore...I guess now those skills might've improved a lot!"

Pranitha went very still, the towel halting on her thigh. She turned her head, her profile sharp with surprise. 

"You… talk about her so casually. Are you over her now?"

Hemant’s jaw tightened, but not with pain. With finality. 

"She’s in the past. Her actions don’t touch me anymore. Not when I’m looking at you"

The tension broke, replaced by something hotter, darker. A smile of pure carnal approval touched Pranitha’s lips. 

"Good" 

She finished drying herself and walked, gloriously naked, out of the bathroom frame. The camera wobbled as she picked up her phone, giving him a dizzying, first-person view of her journey to the bed. The sway of her hips, the shift of muscle in her long legs. She lay back against a pile of pillows, the phone propped up to capture all of her.

"After that meeting" she confessed, one hand drifting to her own stomach, tracing idle circles. 

"I came up here. Took a nap. And I dreamed… I dreamed it was you. In those same shorts from the video. Fucking me right there on the conference table, in the middle of all those stern-faced men and women"

Hemant’s hand moved to his own chest, feeling his heart hammer. 

"Is that so?"

"You left very little to the imagination in those shorts" 

She accused, but her eyes were alight with hunger. 

"The outline of your… wonderful chunk of meat… was unmistakable. No wonder Ananya and Mrunal couldn’t stop gushing"

So that was it. The compliments weren’t just for his physique. A primal surge of possession tightened his gut. 

"Take off your clothes, show me" she commanded softly. 

He obeyed, starting with his shirt. But as he reached for the hem, her voice stopped him. 

"Slowly. Tease me"

He slowed his movements, pulling the fabric up over his abs, his chest, his shoulders with deliberate, languid grace. He tossed it aside. His pants followed, unbuttoned and pushed down his hips, his muscles flexing with the movement. Soon, he was in just his black boxers, the prominent bulge at the front leaving nothing to her imagination either.

"The boxers too" she breathed, her own hand sliding lower on her body.

He hooked his thumbs in the waistband and pushed them down, freeing his erection. It sprang out, thick and heavy, already fully hard just for her. A low, guttural moan escaped Pranitha, a sound of pure, unadulterated want.

"I am losing my patience to finally taste that" she confessed, her fingers now dipping between her own thighs. 

"To wrap my lips around it. To feel it hit the back of my throat" 

She began to move her hips, rocking against her own hand, her gaze locked on his cock. 

"Show me. Show me how you touch yourself"

Hemant wrapped his hand around his length, giving it a firm, slow stroke. A bead of precum welled at the tip. On screen, Pranitha mirrored his rhythm, her movements growing more urgent, her breath hitching.

"What… what positions do you imagine?" she panted, her eyes fluttering closed for a second. 

"With me?"

He stroked himself faster, the slick sound loud in the room. 

"I’m not choosy. But God, I want to take you from behind. Watch that perfect ass of yours shake with every thrust. Hear it slap against me"

"Like this?" she gasped. 

She shifted, rolling onto her stomach. She grabbed a pillow, tucked it under her hips, and arched her back, presenting her ass to the camera as she rocked against the bedding. The view was obscenely beautiful. Hemant’s hand became a blur on his cock, his own hips pumping into his fist.

"Ananya, I spoke to her. She hasn’t stopped talking about the fucking you gave her" 

Pranitha moaned into the sheets, her voice muffled but thrilled. 

"Pranitha, I—" Hemant’s rhythm faltered. 

"I’m not upset! we’re not a couple. Yet. But if you can turn a woman like Ananya into a fan… it only makes me crave you more. It only makes me… ungh… wetter" 

She cried out, turning her head to face the camera, her expression fierce with lust. 

Her admission pushed him closer to the edge. The visual of her, nude and shamelessly humping the bed, the sound of her slickness, the raw hunger in her voice—it was all too much.

"I’m close" he grunted, the tension coiling unbearably tight in his balls.

"Show me!" she demanded, her own movements becoming frantic, erratic. 

"When you cum, point the camera. I want to see you erupt. I want to see everything"

He couldn’t speak. He could only watch as her body suddenly seized. A sharp, ragged cry tore from her lips. Her back arched violently, her entire form trembling as her orgasm crashed through her. He saw the damp patch spread on the pillow beneath her, saw the muscles in her thighs clench and quiver.

It was his undoing.

With a deep, guttural roar, Hemant came. Thick, white ropes shot from his cock, arcing through the air and landing hot and wet on his stomach, his thighs, his hand. He kept the camera trained on himself, capturing every last pulse, every shudder of his release, just as she’d asked.

For a long moment, there was only the sound of their ragged breathing, syncing across continents. She rolled onto her side, spent and glistening with a fine sheen of sweat, a lazy, sated smile on her face.

"No more" she finally whispered, her voice hoarse.

"No more what?"

"No more phone sex" Her eyes held his, blazing with promise. 

"I don’t want to waste a single drop of that again. It deserves to be inside me. In my pussy, or my ass, or down my throat. Not wasted on the bed or floor!"

"Heh....you really crave for it huh?"

"Words cannot explain how much I do"

"So....about Ananya....what did she say to you"

"Just the necessary things..."

"Like?"

"Like how you plastered her into the glass window and reshaped her insides ploughing into her. She claims she can still feel the smacks to her ass the way you gave her. She is a kind of woman that likes it rough , and you gave it to her. She calls you 'Daddy' now!"

"I know....she reacted with that same term to my video"

"So before you fuck all of Bollywood......we need to do something about us"

"I am open for sujjestions"

"Well , the more I try to clear my duties here , some more starts to pile up. Its like the universe is building more angst between us!"

"Isn't that good? I mean this will make our union something special"

"True but I don't want to pent up so much to the point we will explode in that moment!"

"Looking forward to that so much huh?"

"Of course.....especially after what Ananya told me"

"What did she say?"

"Everything....down to the details"

"Is that so?"

"Indeed...."

"And what did you learn about me?"

"That you are quiet flexible.....that you were reluctant to be forceful but did it for her......and at the end of the day.....she found her daddy"

"Daddy? She really calls me that?"

"Actually its another thing......she used to call me 'Mommy' on our moments...so..."

"Oh....so we are her 'Mommy' and 'Daddy'.......I honestly hate those kind of kinks you know"

"I can understand....after all you're a real daddy for that matter.......but think of it as just a kink....something that is meant to be called behind closed doors" 

"Sure..."

"By the way.....been hearing about YOD Enterprise going on business with RegalCorp.....a partnership"

"Partnership is a strong word......but lets say co-operation..."

"Hmm....you know I was nervous about disclosing about you to my dad and my idiot brother but....turns out they have made a dramatic U-turn regarding you"

"Well....they are made men.....so what better way to convince them than showing them that his daughter made a right investment"

"Hmm...funny....I seemed to have made the investment but still the profits aren't here yet!"

"Well....for the profit to reach you....you have to physically here!"

"Or my investment can come to me!"

"Hmm..."

"You know.....there is a nude beach here a few miles from Amsterdam......I saw a couple doing it in the open with no other people giving a shit......it made me wonder.....how romantic and erotic would it be if you one day.....walked here.....laid me down on the sand.....ripped my bikini off.....and fucked me senseless!!!"

"That is a wonderful dream Pranitha.....who knows.....maybe that might happen"

"I hope so....anyways....getting late.....see you soon handsome..."

"You too my sensuous beauty!!!"

"Mmm....wordplay...I like it....good night"

"Good night!"

Saying that , Hemant ended the call. He took a breather as he felt relieved after a great release and a wholesome conversation with this woman. Hemant eventually went to bed to a much needed sleep.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                    (TO BE CONTD)

[Harry Jordan]

                                                                                                                                                                           (CHAPTER CONTD)

FEW DAYS LATER


Mumbai moved at full speed again.

So did Hemant.

YOD Industries stood like a giant fortress of industrial marvel across the city near the port like a shard of glass and ambition—steel, legacy, legitimacy. From the outside, it was an enterprise giant. Inside, it was Hemant Kumar’s perfect camouflage.

He stood alone in his private office, sleeves rolled up, jacket abandoned on a chair. The wall-sized smart display glowed to life, flooding the room with data streams, financial graphs, corporate trees, and satellite imagery.

TARGET: ALEXANDER FELIX

POSITION: DIRECTOR – FREGATA GROUP


Hemant’s eyes moved fast. Faster than the analysts who had compiled the data. Fregata wasn’t just a company. It was a hydra. Real estate holdings across Europe. Pharmaceutical subsidiaries in South America. Tech firms quietly absorbing startups in Asia. Banks embedded in offshore havens.

Clean on paper. Ruthless beneath it.

"A corporate maze.....perfect to hide a lot of hidden networks!" Hemant muttered. 

He isolated the financial backbone. Cash flow. Asset movement. Long-term hedges. Then he saw it.

Gold.

Not symbolic. Not reserves for stability. Aggressive accumulation. Logistics-heavy distribution. Physical movement across U.S. soil. Hemant leaned closer. Fregata wasn’t just investing in gold. They were moving it. Warehouses. Private refineries. Distribution hubs masked as bullion security firms. Routes crisscrossing states under layers of shell companies.

That was when it clicked.

Hemant flicked his fingers, pulling another corporate emblem onto the screen.

REGALCORP

Their current struggle with Gold stash , a potential new tie up with a mega corporation. And—most importantly—Mehta family territory. Hemant stared at the two logos now floating side by side. Regalcorp handled shipping. Insurance. Port authority leverage. Fregata handled capital. Refining. Distribution.

"Of course" Hemant said softly.

If Regalcorp and Fregata were connected through gold, then Alexander Felix wasn’t just a distant corporate god. He was reachable. Hemant drew a red line between the two logos. The system chimed softly as the connection locked into place. This wasn’t Michael King storming a warehouse. This was Hemant Kumar tightening a noose with contracts, handshakes, and boardroom smiles.

"String by string , lets build this trap!" he said.

He minimized the screen, already planning the next move. The war was no longer loud. It was elegant. And it had just begun. When it comes to Alexander Felix , it definitely has to be a long game!


YOD Industries were silent for a few hours.

Not empty—never empty—but controlled. Every sound was filtered. Every movement logged. Every wall thick enough to swallow secrets.

Hemant sat at his workstation, eyes locked on a rotating 3D schematic.

PROJECT: ANVIL–MK7

Autonomous assault drone support system. Private military integration. Adaptive control mechanism. On the surface: defense innovation. In reality: another benchmark for YOD.

He adjusted a parameter, watching simulated troops advance under mechanical cover.

"Too slow, need to speed up the velocity vectoring!" he murmured.

The door chimed softly. Before it could open. 

"Come in" Hemant said. 

Raquel stepped inside. Tall. Lean. Hair neatly combed. Dressed like a corporate security consultant, carrying a slim black folder and a small encrypted drive. But he wasn’t staff. He was family. He closed the door behind him and nodded respectfully.

"Bhaijaan"

"You found something?" Hemant turned immediately, all focus shifting to him. 

Raquel placed the folder on the desk and slid the drive beside it.

"I've been tracking him for weeks. Ghost trails. Dead drops. Third-party couriers. But I finally got his location"

Raquel said. Hemant’s jaw tightened.

"Lai Tong" he said.

The name tasted like rust.

For a moment, images flickered in his mind—

Father Dominic’s stitched neck. Ricky Tan’s bullet ridden body. Blood on concrete.

"Where?" Hemant asked quietly.

Raquel opened the folder. Maps. Satellite photos. Intercepted communications.

"He's in Lebanon bhaijaan, he’s under protection. Amir Hassan’s protection" he said. 

Hemant’s eyes hardened instantly.

"Hassan" he repeated.

Everyone in the underworld knew that name. Lebanese army general. Turned warlord. Turned syndicate king. A man who didn’t just kill. He experimented.

"Psychotic doesn’t even begin to cover him" Hemant muttered.

Raquel nodded grimly. 

"He runs a fortress now. Old Ottoman-era fort. Converted into a mountain base near Tabarja. North of Beirut. Overlooks the Mediterranean. Cyprus is right across"

He pulled up an image on the tablet.

A stone stronghold carved into cliffs. Reinforced walls. Radar dishes. AA guns. Barracks. Bunkers.




"Not a primary base, but strategically important. Coastal defense. Smuggling routes. Surveillance hub" 

Hemant studied it in silence.

"And the security?" he asked.

Raquel hesitated. 

"Heavy. Constant alert. Lebanon’s been in and out of conflict with Israel for years. That area is always on edge. Drones. Patrols. Anti-air. Private militia. Military-grade weapons"

He met Hemant’s eyes.

"Any move there is high-risk. Extreme"

Hemant didn’t look away.

"I know"

"Bhaijaan—" Raquel blinked. 

"Hassan is the spine Raquel" Hemant said calmly. 

"Break him, and half of AZRAEL's strength collapses"

He stood and walked to the window, looking out at Mumbai’s endless skyline.

"He shelters Lai Tong. He funds routes. He tortures rivals into submission. He spreads fear like a virus"

His reflection stared back at him.

"I can’t move forward while he’s breathing"

"So what’s the plan?" Raquel folded his arms. 

Hemant turned back.

"Hassan built the fortress to be impenetrable.....I am going to build a calmity to test its might...and for that I must discuss something with Jackson Shephard"

"Jackson Shephard?" Raquel’s eyes widened slightly. 

"Yes"

"Isn't he retired?" Raquel asked.

"Not exactly , he is still in service but his space of work is different. He’s part of SENTINEL now" 

Hemant nodded. Raquel frowned. 

"That multinational task force?"

"Precisely. Special Forces. Recon. Counter-terror. Black ops. On paper that task force is the best handpicked group of warriors in the planet!" 

Hemant replied. He walked back to his desk and pulled up another file.

"SENTINEL monitors warlords, syndicate heads, rogue generals. Their job is to protect the world order , and they don't mind getting their hands dirty to make the world clean"

He continued. 

"Hassan fits their profile perfectly"

Raquel leaned forward. 

"You think they’re already watching him?"

"I’d be shocked if they weren’t" Hemant said.

A faint smile crossed his face—dangerous, thoughtful.

"And if they're not. I'll marinate Hassan like a turkey for them to feast!"

"I hope you know the risk involved if you do this Bhaijaan" Raquel slowly nodded.

Hemant picked up the data drive.

"I know the necessity of it if I don't Raquel!" he corrected.

He looked once more at Hassan’s fortress on the screen.

Then at Lai Tong’s hidden file beneath it.

"Hassan didn't just dig a grave for himself" Hemant said quietly.

"He dug one for Lai too!"

ONE MORNING AT A SUBURBAN GOLF COURSE OUTSIDE MUMBAI

One crisp morning, Hemant Kumar found himself at an exclusive golf course on the outskirts of Mumbai. Green stretched endlessly. Silence was broken only by soft laughter and distant swings. Mrunal Thakur stood beside him, dressed in a fitted sports skirt and polo, sunglasses resting on her nose. She teased him about his clumsy swing, her laughter light and infectious.

"You’re strong, but impatient" she said, correcting his grip.

"And you’re distracting" he replied smoothly.

She smiled.

The sun cast long shadows across the manicured fairway, painting the grass in shades of gold and emerald. Mrunal Thakur lined up her putt, the gentle curve of her hip accentuated by the snug fit of her white pleated skirt. From just a few feet away, Hemant Kumar watched, his gaze not on the ball but on the way the fabric strained slightly against the generous swell of her buttocks as she leaned forward.

"A little to the left" he murmured, his voice a low rumble that had nothing to do with her aim.

She missed the putt by an inch, the ball lipping out. Straightening, she turned to him with a playful, exasperated smile. 

"You’re a terrible coach. You distracted me"

"Me?" Hemant feigned innocence, stepping closer. The breeze carried the faint, clean scent of her perfume. 

"I was merely admiring the… form"

She laughed, a bright, musical sound. 

"Your form was what I was admiring last week. That fitness magazine spread? Quite the visual" 

Her dark eyes gleamed with mischief. 

"There was a particular shot… the one where you’re in just those grey gym shorts, lifting that barbell. The lighting was very revealing"

Hemant’s smile turned wolfish. He closed the remaining distance between them, his broad shoulders blocking the sun. 

"Is that so? I seem to recall a certain notification on my phone. A direct message. It said…" 

He leaned in, his lips almost brushing her ear. 

"'My timeline has been blessed'"

A flush crept up Mrunal’s neck. She’d been bold online, shielded by a screen. Here, with his heat radiating against her, it was different. Dangerous. 

"I just wanted to let the man responsible know..." she retorted, her voice barely a whisper. 

"That I appreciated.....those visuals...and the blessing"

"And what about blessings in person?" 

His hand came up, not touching her, but hovering near the small of her back, tracing the air above the tantalizing curve where her skirt met her blouse. 

"Do you prefer those to be hidden, Mrunal? Or enjoyed…in the open?"

Her breath hitched. The golf course was deserted, the last of the other players having retreated to the clubhouse half an hour ago. It was just them, the whispering pines, and the thrilling, reckless tension snapping between their bodies. This is insane, part of her mind screamed. The other part, the part thrumming with a sudden, liquid heat, was already leaning into his space.

"What did you have in mind?" she breathed.

His answer was a hand finally settling on her hip, fingers splaying possessively over the soft wool of her skirt. 

"Something adventurous" 

His gaze was incendiary, dropping to her lips, then dragging slowly down her body, worshipping every inch of her pear-shaped silhouette. 

"I’ve been watching you all morning. The way this skirt just contains you. It’s been a special kind of torture"

Without another word, he took her hand. His grip was firm, assured. He led her off the green, not toward the path, but into a small, dense copse of mature pine trees at the edge of the fairway. The needles were soft underfoot, and the thick trunks formed a natural, secluded alcove, shielding them completely from the open course.

The moment they were enveloped in the green shadows, he spun her to face him. There was no more pretense, no more playful banter. His mouth crashed down on hers in a kiss that was all consuming heat and desperate need. Her hands flew to his shoulders, clutching the crisp cotton of his polo shirt as she kissed him back just as fiercely, her tongue meeting his in a slick, hungry duel.

His hands were everywhere—tangling in her hair, sliding down her spine to cup her through the skirt, squeezing the full, glorious weight of her ass. A low groan vibrated from his chest into her mouth. 

"Fuck, you feel even better than ever" he growled against her lips.

He walked her backwards until her shoulder blades met the rough bark of the widest pine. Breaking the kiss, he looked at her, his eyes dark with pure lust. 

"Turn around" he commanded, his voice rough. 

"Hold onto the tree"

A thrill of pure, unadulterated sin shot through her. She obeyed, turning and bracing her palms flat against the rugged trunk. She felt him step close, his hard body pressing against her from behind. One hand slid around her waist, dipping beneath her blouse to find the bare skin of her stomach, while the other gathered the fabric of her skirt, bunching it up around her hips.

The cool air kissed the exposed skin of her thighs, her buttocks. She heard the rustle of his clothing, the tear of a foil packet, the soft snap of latex. Then his hands were on her hips again, positioning her. She felt him, the thick, blunt head of his cock nudging against her damp panties.

"These are in the way" 

He murmured, and with a quick, firm tug, he ripped the delicate lace aside. The sound was obscene in the quiet grove.

He didn’t wait. With one hand splayed on her lower back, he guided himself into her. Mrunal gasped, her head falling forward as he filled her in one slow, inexorable stroke. He was so big, stretching her perfectly, the friction so intense it bordered on sweet pain. She was achingly wet, her body welcoming him with a clench that made him hiss.

"God, yes..ahh..… just like that" 

Hemant breathed, his hips flush against her ass. He stayed there for a second, buried to the hilt, letting them both feel the shocking intimacy of the connection. Then he began to move.

His thrusts started slow and deep, each one a deliberate, grinding penetration that dragged against every sensitive nerve inside her. Her fingers clawed at the bark. With each push forward, her body was pressed harder against the tree, the unyielding wood a counterpoint to the hard, driving force behind her.

"So fucking perfect" he chanted, his pace steadily increasing. 

"This body… this ass…"

The sounds were filthy, lewd. The wet, rhythmic slap of their bodies joining, the rustle of their clothes, his ragged breaths, her stifled whimpers. She bit down on her own knuckle, then brought a hand up to cover her mouth, terrified a scream would tear from her throat as the pleasure built into a crushing wave.

Hemant’s hands gripped her hips like vices, holding her steady as he pistoned into her. He was relentless, chasing his own pleasure with a single-minded focus, but every groan, every strained curse told her he was feeling it just as intensely. The world narrowed to this: the scent of pine and sex, the rough bark under her palms, the incredible, burning stretch of him moving inside her, hitting a spot deep within that made stars burst behind her closed eyelids.

She was close, so close. The coil in her belly tightened to a breaking point. Her muffled cries became constant, pleading sounds against her palm.

"Cum for me" he demanded, his thrusts becoming shorter, harder, erratic. 

"CUM on my cock, Mrunal. Let me feel it"

It was the command in his voice that shattered her. The orgasm ripped through her without warning, a violent, convulsive wave that locked her muscles and stole the air from her lungs. A silent scream shook her frame as she pulsed around him, the intense contractions milking him relentlessly.

Feeling her climax, Hemant lost his rhythm. With a guttural, choked roar, he drove into her one final, shuddering time and held, his own release surging into the condom. He collapsed against her back, his forehead resting between her shoulder blades, his entire body trembling with the force of his climax.

For a long moment, they stayed like that, joined, breathing in ragged unison, the aftershocks twitching through their connected bodies. Slowly, carefully, he pulled out. The separation felt shocking, leaving her empty and slick.

They fumbled with their clothes in the dim light, the silence now charged with a different energy—spent, satisfied, and buzzing with the adrenaline of what they’d just done. Mrunal smoothed her skirt down, her legs still unsteady. She turned to find Hemant watching her, a smug, utterly male satisfaction in his eyes.

She managed a shaky smile. 

"Well, Mr. Kumar. Your idea of a post-game drink is… quite adventurous"

He stepped forward, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear, his touch now surprisingly tender. 

"As long as you enjoy it..." he said, his voice back to that low, teasing rumble. 

"I’m open to all sorts of adventurous things"


THAT NOON IN MUMBAI


A few hours later, Hemant wrapped up a decisive meeting at one of Mumbai’s elite hotels. Contracts signed, expectations aligned—another quiet win. He decided to take a breather at the hotel lounge, the kind that smelled of polished wood and expensive coffee, the city humming faintly beyond the glass.

That’s when he noticed her.

Meghna.

She looked nothing like the sharp-edged corporate silhouette he remembered. Today, she wore a green cotton saree, its fabric soft, adorned with colorful embroidery that caught the warm lounge lights. A simple sleeveless strap blouse complemented it—tasteful, bold—revealing just enough skin to command attention. She approached with a smirk that hadn’t changed at all.

"Mind if I sit?" she asked, already sliding into the seat beside him.

"Sure" Hemant gave a measured nod. 

"So, how are you, Mr. Fortune Cover?" Meghna said, crossing one leg over the other, 

"Doing fine, didn’t expect to see you here" he replied evenly. 

"I’ve been noticing your… rise. Quite impressive. From that loser employee at Quadron to this"

She chuckled.  Her eyes flicked over him, unapologetic. Hemant smiled faintly. 

"I was expecting you to ridicule my past."

"I had my reasons back then," Meghna said, her tone shifting. 

"But I’ll admit— you’ve changed. If you were always like this, maybe Sonarika wouldn’t have gone looking for Vikram."

She watched him closely, waiting for a reaction.

There was none.

Meghna’s smirk deepened, this time tinged with surprise. 

"Huh. So you really have moved on."

She shifted closer, their shoulders nearly touching. 

"You’re not that same innocent, mild-mannered guy anymore. The one who used to cower when Sandeep pulled his antics—until Sonarika had to step in. This Hemant?" 

She gestured subtly toward him. 

"He’s… different. Hardened. Precise. No excuses."

"Is that your way of saying you prefer rich misogynists now?" Hemant raised an eyebrow. 

"No. You don’t fit that category" She laughed softly. 

He turned slightly toward her, curious despite himself.

"You’re not about alpha, omega, dom, sub—none of that nonsense" Meghna continued. 

"You seize the moment. You act like you matter in it. You don’t look down on women, and you don’t kneel either. You uplift. You demand respect, and somehow, that makes women feel… elevated around you"

"It’s rare" Her voice lowered. 

Hemant remained quiet, letting her words hang.

"I was pissed at myself that night" she admitted, eyes steady on his. 

"When I came onto you. But later I realized—you gave me something I didn’t know I was missing. A man who doesn't submit to my power game , but rather the one who matches my spirit in that game"

She hesitated, then added.

"I’m seeing Disha now. Your ex-assistant. We’ve had our fun" A small, knowing smile. 

"But she still idolizes you"

Hemant didn’t react, though he absorbed every word.

"I get it now" Meghna said. 

"You’re classy. Regal. And now you know how to handle a confident woman without trying to cage her. Funny thing is—Sonarika leaving you? That might’ve been the best thing that happened to you."

They were close now. Too close. Meghna could feel his breath, the calm steadiness of his gaze. For a moment, she searched his face as if trying to reconcile memory with reality.

"I still can’t believe this is the same Hemant I once despised" she murmured.

She stood, smoothing her saree, eyes lingering on him. 

"Goodbye… for now. We’ll meet again. Places like this."

Her parting smile was slow, sensual, deliberate.

As she walked away, Hemant exhaled quietly. He wasn’t shaken—but he was alert. Meghna was many things, and harmless wasn’t one of them.

Handle with care, he thought.

He finished his drink, composure intact, and rose—fully aware that his world had shifted, and that attention, like power, required discipline to wield.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                         (TO BE CONTD)  

[Harry Jordan]

                                                                                                                                                                             (CHAPTER CONTD)

ONE FINE NOON


For once, there were no boardroom battles, no deadlines, no emergency calls. Just sunlight, sea breeze, and the steady hum of renovation. Hemant spent the morning moving through his villa alongside the decorators and technicians. Clipboards in hand, scanners beeping, glass panels being tested one by one. Each transparent wall—living room, kitchen, gym, outdoor deck—was now fitted with a card-swipe locking system. Sleek. Silent. Impenetrable.

One swipe. One permission. One boundary.

His home was no longer built around warmth and family fun. It was being rebuilt around regal and royal.

By late morning, steel frames gleamed, biometric panels blinked softly, and hidden cameras disappeared into corners. The villa was slowly transforming—from a family dream into a fortress of luxury.

His space. His rules. His sanctuary. By noon, the workers took a break. Hemant stood alone in his bedroom, barefoot on cool marble, curtains swaying gently. Beyond the glass, the Arabian Sea stretched endlessly, waves catching sunlight like shards of silver. He leaned against the window. And, uninvited, she entered his thoughts.

Sonarika.

He wondered what she was doing. Was she with Vikram? Laughing somewhere? Getting railed by him at a luxurious hotel room? Probably sucking his cock at a place of privacy? Or perhaps planning their future home at Goa together? Living that life he had finally forced himself to accept?

The thought didn’t stab like before. But it lingered. On impulse, he picked up his phone. For no reason, he told himself. Just… curiosity.

He initiated a video call.

It rang. Once. Twice. Then—

"What! Papa!"

Karan’s face exploded onto the screen, glowing with surprise and joy. Hemant’s lips curved instantly. 

"Hey, champ."

"You surprised me! I was playing!" Karan laughed. 

Hemant noticed the background—open sky, greenery, a familiar courtyard.

"Having fun outside!"

"Yes! Backyard!" Karan spun the phone around proudly.

Plants, flower pots, wet soil.

"Looks fun."

Hemant smiled. Then, casually asked his son. 

"Where’s Mumma?"

"There! Corner!" 

Karan pointed excitedly. He zoomed in clumsily. And Hemant saw her. Sonarika stood near a small patch of earth, sleeves rolled up, hair tied loosely, wearing a simple salwar top and denim shorts. Her hands were muddy as she carefully placed saplings into the soil.

She looked… peaceful. Focused. Grounded. It surprised him. When was the last time he’d seen her do something like this?

Then it clicked.

Goa. Botanical center. A new life. Of course.

"Karan, can you give the phone to Mumma?" Hemant said gently, 

"Okay!"

The boy ran over.

"Mumma! Papa wants you!"

Sonarika looked up, startled. For a moment, she just stared at the phone, as if unsure whether to take it. Then she wiped her hands on a cloth, rinsed them quickly, and accepted it. Her face appeared on screen. A little nervous. A little unsure.

"Hi…" she said softly.

"Hey" Hemant swallowed. 

An awkward silence followed. Not hostile. Not warm. Just… unfamiliar. Two people who once knew everything about each other, now struggling to find words. He spoke first.

"Sonarika… can we talk later? Privately?"

"Um… yeah. Tonight… I’ll be free" She hesitated. 

"That works, Perfect" he replied. 

"Okay" She nodded. 

Neither of them added anything else. He ended the call gently. The screen went dark. Hemant lowered the phone and released a slow breath he didn’t realize he was holding. Tonight. An important conversation. One that could close old wounds—Or open new ones. He turned back to the sea, watching the waves roll endlessly forward. Just like life. No matter how much you resist, It always moves on.

Night settled over Silver Beach like a velvet curtain.

The renovation crew had finally left. The villa stood silent, its new systems humming softly beneath polished surfaces. Hemant walked through every room one last time, testing the card readers, locking and unlocking glass panels with precise movements.

Satisfied, he handed the spare card to Tara.

"Keep this safe," he said.

"Yes, sir" she replied warmly.

He nodded and retreated upstairs.

In his bedroom, the lights were dim. Only the reflection of the moon on the sea filtered in through the glass wall. Hemant took a long, warm shower, letting the water wash away the day’s weight. He changed into loose night clothes, dried his hair, and set his phone on its stand near the balcony chair.

He sat down, facing the dark ocean. Breathing slowly. Preparing himself. Then he initiated the video call. The screen lit up. Sonarika appeared. She was sitting on her bed, hair loosely tied, wearing a white tank top and shorts. Soft light framed her face. She looked… beautiful. Effortlessly so.

For a fleeting second, Hemant was transported back to the early years—the stolen glances, whispered jokes, late-night conversations that once felt eternal.

"Hi" she said.

"Hey" he replied.

Awkwardness hovered between them. Then she smiled faintly. 

"You’ve… colored your hair. Auburn?"

"Yeah. Makeover, I guess. Company’s growing. Needed a fresh look for the elite circles and all"

He touched it subconsciously. She chuckled softly. 

"Funny. I ran away from those circles… and now you’re entering them"

Then, more sincerely, she said.

"I’m proud of you, Hemant. You built an enterprise so fast. You always had it in you"

"Thanks" He nodded. 

"You look… happier. Busy with things that matter to you" After a pause, he said. 

"I am" Her eyes brightened. 

"I love working with plants again. My boss wants me to work with two scientists. We’re developing an organic health booster. No chemicals. Completely natural"

She leaned forward slightly. She spoke with enthusiasm.

"I’ve been visiting old nurseries, farms… relearning everything"

There was a glow in her face. It bothered him. Because it wasn’t because of him. Not anymore. He inhaled slowly.

"And I thought you were happy because you’re spending time with your favorite man Vikram" 

He said bluntly. Her expression shifted—not shocked, not angry. Resigned.

"I do enjoy time with my favorite man" she replied quietly.

"Oh?" He smirked. 

"My son, Karan" she said. 

"These mom-son moments… I’m treasuring them. Before I move away" She smiled sadly. 

"Nice deflection" Hemant muttered.

"That’s not you talking. That’s your bitterness" She looked at him steadily. 

"Of course I’m bitter. My wife replaced me like I never mattered" He laughed hollowly. 

"I didn’t replace you. I just… stopped giving you hope" She sighed. 

"You go on concerts, parks, trips with him, hope Arijit’s romantic songs were good background music for you two" 

Hemant snapped. She didn’t retaliate. She just looked tired.

"If believing that helps you move away from me, then believe it" she said softly. 

That hurt more than anger. Suddenly, Hemant’s restraint broke.

"Then why?" he burst out. 

"Why kiss me at the airport? Why give me hope and then push me away?"

Her eyes welled up. Silence. Then tears slipped down her cheeks.

"Because you deserve someone better than me" she whispered. 

He froze.

"You deserve a woman who will love you properly. Respect you. Stand by you"

Her voice trembled.

"I don’t deserve you. After what I did… even a woman who sells her body has more dignity than me"

"Don’t say that" he murmured.

But she continued.

"Ragini showed me a video, from her old friend Anuradha who is now married to your friend Anuj" she sobbed. 

Hemant remembered it long ago whene Dheeraj took him to the College Alumni meet where he met Anuj and his fiance. A time that was so wholesome for him. When he sang "Kitni Narmi Se" remembering Sonarika and celebrating Love. As he returned to now , he saw Sonarika wiping her tears.

"You were singing…...You kissed my photo......when I saw it and when I realized the time and place of your performance. I was never the same since"

Her voice cracked.

"When you were singing your love for me...at that exact time…I was with Vikram....In Jabalpur. At an old fort....loosing all inhibitions and getting fucked by him like a common whore!!"

She broke down completely.

"While you were singing for me….I wrecked your love by having another man cum in me at that very moment!!!!"

Hemant felt his chest tighten.

"I don’t deserve you, you deserve someone far better" she repeated. 

She looked at him with helpless eyes.

"Please...take care of Karan and Anjali. Forget me. Treat me like a bad dream. I don't deserve you Hemant. I am rotten , broken and a shallow bitch of a woman who doesn't deserve anything. Nothing but suffering!!!"

"I should be alone, miserable. That’s my punishment. My penance , let the rest of my life be spent with no more desires or ambitions , just let me decompose and burn in my sins of fire and reduced to ashes eventually. Let pain be my only future!" 

She whispered. 

"What about Karan?" Hemant asked quietly.

"I’ll give him all my love now, so he never feels abandoned. So he always remembers me as a good mother" she replied. 

"And you?" he asked.

"I’m finding a path, but away from you. Away from them" she said. 

"They deserve happiness. Not my mistakes"

Her tears flowed freely now.

"My legacy is already in shambles. But at the end of the day , I will be the only loser in our story Hemant. Karan and Anjali , they will always be with you , and keep your family alive. I will vanish away....because I deserve this Hemant. A woman like me doesn't deserve a second chance. My love for plants is the only part that is left sane now. Your Sona was a lie Hemant , forget her. You will find someone that will admire and be your true partner in life. Just not me , never me. I don't deserve you. I am the poison in your life. Its better you cut this poison away for good. I wish you nothing but a great and fullfilling future and a loving partner soon in your life...forget me as a nightmare that you had conquered. You deserve better....Karan deserve better....Anjali deserve better.....Good Night!"  


Before he could respond—She ended the call. The screen went black. Hemant sat motionless. The sea roared softly in the background. For a long time, he didn’t move. He had thought she was happy. He had thought she had moved on easily. He had been wrong. She was carrying her guilt alone. Still…He couldn’t forgive her. Not yet. Not fully. But now, he understood. And understanding brought peace. Slowly, he leaned back in his chair. Closed his eyes. And let go. Of anger. Of assumptions. Of false hopes. The chapter was over. When he opened his eyes, only one name echoed in his mind—

Pranitha.

And for the first time in a long while, the future didn’t feel empty. It felt open.


THE NEXT DAY AT ANDHERI


Hemant visited a bustling studio in Andheri where Ananya Panday was shooting an ad. Cameras flashed. Music played. Assistants rushed. Ananya spotted him instantly. Her eyes lit up. Throughout the shoot, she kept glancing at him—biting her lip, raising her brows, smirking. Every time she passed him, she whispered:

"Daddy…"

Once. Twice. Multiply. He shook his head, amused. 

"You’re impossible"

"And you love it" She leaned closer. 

Later, inside her vanity van, away from noise—She sat on the counter, swinging her legs.

"So" she said 

"Did I distract you enough?"

"More than enough" he replied.

She pulled him gently by his collar. Their lips met—playful, teasing, full of spark. Her fingers traced his jaw. His hand rested at her back. They laughed between kisses.

"Take me daddy. I'm yours" 

She told him walking backwards and slowly removing her top. Her small breast came into view, instantly making his mouth water. She pulled down those tight jeans, revealing the rest of her figure to him. She turned towards the bed with the sexiest sway imaginable. Hemant quickly followed her, removing his clothes. He was only left in his boxers when he made it to the room. Hemant found Ananya laying on the bed fully nude. He quickly lay on top of her and resumed kissing her. Their tongues met again as their hands explored each other's bodies. Ananya's soft warm hands were roaming all over his strong back. His were busy touching her legs and thighs. Her skin was so warm, so soft. He could touch her forever.

"Be rough with me, please?" She asked him biting her lip. 

"I know it's not really you but..." 

Hemant didn't let her finish. He quickly returned his lips to hers and grabbed her ass cheeks tightly in his hands. 

"mmmhmm, please! Do whatever you want to me." 

She moaned into his mouth as he grabbed her tits and pinched her nipples. 

"mmm, fuck!" 

She whispered before he lowered his head and took her nipple into his mouth. Hemant sunk his teeth into it and smiled inwardly as he heard the gasp that escaped Ananya's lips. He aimed his dick at the entrance of her pussy, and without notice pushed the entire length of his cock into her. 

"AHHHHH, fuck!" 

Ananya's scream caught completely by surprise. Hemant kneeled and grabbed her hips, fucking her with deep, hard thrusts.

"OHHH SHIT! Fuck me. Just fuck me!" She screamed. 

Hemant did just that, pumping his hips faster and harder into her. His balls were slapping against hard against her, making the feeling that much more enjoyable. He watched in amazement as her firm boobs bounced with everyone of his thrusts. He lifted her legs onto his shoulders, spreading her wide even more. He resumed fucking her with the same speed and strength as before. 

"AHHHHHHH! AHHHHH!" Ananya screamed as her pussy tightened and came incredibly hard. 

"OH SHIT, OH SHIT!" She screamed as his hips continued to pump quickly.

Hemant pulled himself out of her steaming hot cunt. Hemant grabbed Ananya by her waist and spun her around so that she was lying on her stomach. He lifted her hips, so that her ass was pointing right at him. He ran his hand over her skin before he spun her around onto her back. He straddled her head and pointed his cock right at her mouth. With no hesitation, the brunette quickly gulped his cock into her mouth. She looked so sexy. Her hair a complete mess, and a cock deep into her mouth.
Hemant held her head between his hands, and pumped his hips. He was fucking her wonderful mouth and she was enjoying every minute of it. Hemant pulled his dick out of her mouth and positioned his balls between her lips. Ananya quickly sucked and licked his balls, driving him dizzy with desire. He pushed his cock back into her mouth and marveled at the enthusiasm she had sucking his dick. Just seeing her want to please him so much, made him want her even more.
Hemant pulled away and flipped her over once more. He pulled her hips towards him and pierced her pussy from behind. 

"OHHH, shit!" She groaned feeling his thick cock in her again. 

He reveled at the tighteness of her pusssy. He held nothing back and began pounding her hard and fast from behind. Loving the feel her her tight ass against him as he drove his cock home time and time again. He had one hand firmly on her asscheek as the other found her luscious hair. He pulled back on her hair as he sped the speed of his fucking. 

"OHHHH, YEAH, YEAH! FUCK ME HARDER DADDY , FUCK ME" 

Ananya screamed with her head looking up at the vanity ceiling as Hemant pounded her wonderfully tight pussy. 

"AHHH, AHHH Don't stop! PLEASE DON"T STOP! DADDY! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" 

Ananya's entire body practically locked up as she was hit by the orgasm to end all orgasm. Hemant felt her pussy spasm and her entire body convulse as the orgasm made it's way through her. All the while, he never let up and continued to fuck her hard.
He was tugging on her hair, and slapping his ballsack on her ass over and over again. Her cheeks were beginning to wear out which only made them sexier. He could feel that she was on the verge of another orgasm. Both of their bodies were covered with sweat. Hemant felt the cum beginning to churn in his balls. He wouldn't last much longer. Hemant dug both of his fingers into Ananya's hips and prayed that he would last long enough to make her cum again.

"AHHH, FUCK, FUCK! FUCK!!" 

Ananya screamed as she was overtaken by another orgasm. Hemant was so happy that he closed his eyes and let himself go. His cock began to shoot it's seed deep into the cunt of the brunette. 

"FUCK!" 

Hemant groaned pumping his hot load into the even hotter actress. They both crashed onto the bed, in a heap of sweaty bodies and limbs.

"Oh wow! That was awesome Daddy!" Ananya said breathlessly.

"Oh yeah!" Hemant concurred.

"When are you meeting Mommy?"

Hemant remembered Pranitha's words and retorted.

"Very soon"

"Well....do it fast Daddy....cuz Mommy is probably desperate by now!!"

Both of them giggled as they embraced in their sweaty mess!

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      (TO BE CONTD)

[Harry Jordan]

                                                                                                                                                                                        (CHAPTER CONTD)

ONE FINE DAY



Hemant was working in his office when he recieved an unexpected call from Priyanka.

"Priyanka , Good Morning!"

"Hemant , can you come here at Quadron , its an emergency!"

"What happened?"

"Please come here , I need to tell you in person!"

"Okay I am on my way!"

Hemant didn't waste a minute and immediately called Raquel to escort him in his BMW. Quadron Technologies still looked the same. Glass walls. Silver signage. IT chaos disguised as innovation. For a moment, as Hemant stepped through the revolving doors, it felt like time had folded in on itself. This was where he had once been a simple man with talent and ambition—burying the legends, blood, and ghosts to build something normal. Now it was ironic.

He wore a simple blazer over a dark shirt. No extravagance. No arrogance. Yet people noticed. They always did. Confidence had a gravity. The receptionist barely had time to announce him before security escorted him upstairs. The CEO’s office. When Hemant entered, he stopped. Sandeep was there.

Leaning casually near the window. Expensive watch. Careless posture. The son of the owner. Entitled. Untouchable—until he wasn’t. Priyanka sat behind her desk, shoulders slumped, eyes red. Papers lay scattered, forgotten.

"Priyanka?" Hemant asked softly. 

"What happened?"

She looked up, relief and fear colliding on her face.

"Thank God you came" she whispered.

"Talk to me" He walked closer. 

She took a breath. 

"Yesterday… Sandeep hosted a party. Big one. Corporate elites"

Sandeep straightened. 

"I invited Disha because she deserved to shine" he cut in quickly. 

"She’s talented. I wanted people to notice her"

Hemant glanced at him once—silent, assessing. Priyanka continued, voice trembling. 

"She did get noticed. By Jignesh Yadav. Son of an MP from up north"

"The guy was drunk. Started touching her. Saying disgusting things"

Sandeep clenched his jaw. Hemant’s fingers tightened slightly.

"She told him to stop" Sandeep said. 

"He didn’t. So… she slapped him."

A pause.

"He lost it," Priyanka whispered. 

"Threatened her. Said she’d regret it."

"Then what?" Hemant’s voice was calm. 

Priyanka swallowed. 

"This morning… she was entering the office. Two cars stopped and a bunch of men forced her inside the vehicle and drove off. Our security guards could overpower them"

"It was definitely Yadav's men Hemant. He has influence over some of the small gangs in the city" 

Sandeep nodded grimly. The room felt colder.

"I filed a report.....law enforcement are looking. But… you know how this works. Political pressure…"

Her voice cracked. Priyanka added quickly.

"Meghna went after them" she said. 

"She took Disha's scooty and just… left. She was furious"

Hemant closed his eyes for half a second.

Disha. Young. Bright. Fearless. Someone who didn’t deserve to be collateral in brutal men's games. When he opened his eyes again, something had changed. The warmth was gone. The gentleness was gone.

The man took a step back and the Archangel stepped in!

And now , Hemant was becoming Michael again , embracing his past , his brutality to push himself again. His breathing calmed and the grim predatory eagle took over.
 
"Nothing will happen to her" Hemant said.

His voice was low. Absolute.

"Hemant—" Priyanka looked up. 

"I said" he repeated softly. 

"Nothing will happen to her."

Sandeep felt it then. The shift. The air seemed heavier. Hemant’s eyes weren’t just anger. They were flames of Vengeance. Like a judge who had already decided the sentence.

"Some people need to reminded....just whoes Kingdom this is!" Hemant stated.

He turned toward the door.

"Hemant" Priyanka called. 

"What are you going to do?"

He paused. Didn’t look back.

"I'll find Disha , bring her back. Expect her in the office tomorrow like usual!"

And he walked out. Sandeep exhaled shakily. He had seen powerful men before. But this? This was different. Hemant was different. He was watching the legend that his father used to say come to life right before his eyes. At that moment there was no fear , just pity , for Yadav

This was a predator remembering how to hunt. Somewhere in Mumbai, Jignesh Yadav was about to learn a lesson no influence could erase.

Because the eagle had descended. And it was hungry.

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FEW HOURS LATER NEAR POWAI LAKE

The abandoned factory near Powai Dam had become a graveyard of rust and rot.

Broken chimneys stabbed at the sky. Cracked windows stared like blind eyes. The lake nearby reflected sunlight. Wind pushed through shattered walls, carrying the smell of oil, algae, and old crime.

It was the perfect place for monsters.

Inside the main hall, beneath the ruined industrial roofs, Disha and Meghna were trapped.

Meghna stood in front of her like a shield, fists clenched, clothes torn, face bruised—but still unbroken. Jignesh Yadav circled them, laughing.

"You think you’re brave?" he sneered.

Meghna swung. He blocked and slammed his fist into her ribs. She gasped. Another punch. Her lip split open, blood dripping down her chin. Disha screamed. 

"Stop! Please, stop! I’ll do whatever you want—just don’t hurt her!"

"Please… just submit. Don’t let him kill you" She grabbed Meghna’s arm, crying.

Meghna wiped blood from her mouth, eyes burning.

"Never" she spat.

Yadav smiled cruelly.

"Oh, I’m hurting you anyway" he said. 

"My boys are coming. And when they get here… we’ll have a buffet"

Disha froze. Meghna’s fists trembled with rage. Then—Sounds of engines rumbled. Multiple. Fast. Approaching.

"Ahh… finally" Yadav’s face lit up. 

Headlights flooded the compound. Two black Mahindra Scorpios charged through the compound. Leading them—A green 2003 BMW E39 M5 screamed in and skidded sideways, stopping dead in a cloud of dust. 



The doors flew open. Men poured out. Not thugs. Soldiers. Automatic rifles cracked. Not a single shot was fatal. Every bullet slammed into knees, thighs, calves. Goons dropped screaming. The second wave followed—projectile stun guns fired. Blue arcs of electricity lit the night. Bodies stiffened and collapsed. Two massive men rushed in next, batons swinging, crushing anyone still standing. Chaos. Precision. Fear.

From the BMW, Raquel stepped out, USP pistol in hand, suppressor gleaming. He checked the perimeter once—Then opened the rear door. Hemant Kumar stepped out. Razor sharp. Like an Apex Predator. Deadly. The squad immediately formed around him, weapons raised, creating a moving shield. They advanced. Step by step. No rush. No hesitation. Toward the sealed iron door at the far end of the factory.

Behind it—Disha. Meghna. Yadav.

Hemant stopped.

"Charges!" he said.

Raquel nodded. Charges were planted. Timer set. They retreated.

Three. Two. One.

The explosion ripped through the night. Metal folded. Concrete shattered. Dust and fire burst outward. Inside, everyone was thrown to the ground. Ears rang. Vision blurred. Yadav coughed, trying to stand. Disha and Meghna clung to each other, shaking.

Then—Footsteps. Slow. Heavy. Through the smoke. Through falling debris. A silhouette emerged. Tall. Unstoppable. Hemant walked out of the rubble like judgment incarnate. Dust covered his blazer. His eyes burned through it. Disha stared.

"Boss?" she whispered.

Meghna couldn’t speak. Disha's mild-mannered former boss? No longer exists. He was precise , razor sharp and full on ruthless This was someone else. Yadav staggered back. 

"W-Who the hell are you?!"

Hemant didn’t answer. Yadav screamed and charged. Big mistake. Hemant shifted. Deflected the punch. Elbow to the throat. Knee to the stomach. Spin kick to the ribs. Crack. Yadav flew into a pillar.

Before he could breathe—Hemant was on him. Fists like hammers. Kicks like whips. Every move perfect. Kung Fu fluidity. Kickboxing brutality. Military efficiency. No wasted motion. No mercy. Disha covered her mouth.

"Oh my God…..wow"

Hemant slammed Yadav into the ground. Once. Twice. Final punch. Silence. Yadav lay broken, blood pooling beneath him. Hemant straightened.

"Raquel" he said calmly. 

"Call an ambulance"

"Yes, Bhaijaan"

"Put the bills on my account"

"Of course" Raquel smiled slightly. 

Hemant walked to the girls. He knelt. Helped Meghna up first. Then Disha. She was trembling. He gently brushed her hair back.

"You’re safe now" he said softly.

Her heart nearly exploded. She nodded, unable to speak. Meghna stared at him.

"Who… who are you?" she whispered.

Hemant gave a small, tired smile.

"Someone who looks after his people"

He led them toward the BMW. Behind them, sirens approached. Ahead of them—Freedom. And for Disha, one undeniable truth had been burned into her heart forever: 

Her boss wasn’t just powerful. He was legendary.

AT MEGHNA'S APARTMENT

The apartment was quiet now.

Too quiet.

Mumbai’s chaos stayed outside, muffled by glass and distance. Inside, only soft breathing and the occasional hum of traffic broke the silence. Meghna sat on the edge of her bed, back against the headboard, shirt loosened to expose minor bruises and darkening skin. A lamp cast warm light over the room. Hemant knelt in front of her with a medical kit. Cotton. Antiseptic. Bandages.

His hands were steady as he cleaned the cut on her lip.

"Hold still" he said quietly.

She did. But she couldn’t stop staring. This man—this version of him—didn’t fit any memory she had. Not the calm employee of Quadron. Not the loser husband of Sonarika. Not the cowering fat man he once was. This was someone else.

Finally, she spoke.

"Wow...you really changed haven't you?" Meghna asked softly. 

"I don’t even recognize the old you anymore"

Hemant didn’t look up.

"I didn’t change Meghna" he replied.

He taped the bandage gently.

"You simply brought me back to who I was"

That made her blink.

"What?"

He finally met her eyes.

"I don’t know whether to thank you...or punish you for wrecking my marriage" he said slowly, 

Her face drained of color.

"H-Hemant—"

He smiled. Not warm. Not cruel. Something in between. She froze.

"I know the role you played" he continued calmly. 

"In Sonarika and Vikram’s little love story. The messages. The ‘coincidental’ meetings. The advice. You invisible presence in their conversations and bondings. One can argue that you were a "facilitator" of sorts... "

Meghna looked like a deer caught in headlights. He stood up.

"And I know you have no good intentions regarding Sonarika. That you're targeting her for something. For whatever twisted reason you have"

He walked closer.

"But listen carefully" he said quietly. 

"I don’t care about Sonarika anymore. She’s a closed chapter. Whatever conflict you two have going on , I have no interest or intention to be involved with it!"

Meghna swallowed.

"But Karan and Anjali… are not part of that conflict!" 

Hemant continued, voice sharpening, He leaned down, eyes locking with hers.

"So this is me telling you , leave them out of your games. If even a scratch appears on either of them" 

He whispered 

"You’ll learn what real revenge feels like"

A chill ran through her.

"There is a lot you don't know about me Meghna , in a way we're both in a similar path. But right now my family matters to me. I’ve had my heart broken before" 

He went on. 

"More than once. Sonarika wasn’t the first."

He straightened.

"But she’ll be the last."

Meghna’s body trembled.

"I’ve dealt with women like you before."

His eyes darkened.

"And I enjoyed destroying them…piece by piece"

Her breath hitched.

"Leave me and my family out of your games" he warned. 

"Or I’ll turn you into ashes"

Silence hung between them. Then his expression softened—just slightly.mBefore she could respond, he leaned in. And kissed her. Hard. Deep. Unapologetic. For a moment, she forgot how to breathe. When he pulled away, her lips were trembling.

"Heal well" he said simply.

And walked out. In the living room, Disha sat curled on the couch, blanket wrapped around her shoulders, eyes red from crying. She looked up when Hemant entered.

"Boss…"

He sat beside her.

"You’re safe, It’s over" he said gently. 

"I… I was so scared…" Her voice cracked. 

He placed a hand on her shoulder.

"I know, But no one will ever mess with you again" he said. 

His eyes softened.

"Because you’re my girl."

Her heart skipped.

"M-My… what?"

He didn’t answer. He leaned in. And kissed her. Slow. Warm. Certain. Her mind went blank. When he pulled back, she was breathless, stunned, glowing.

"Sex is the best way to heal wounds," he said casually.

She stared at him. He smirked.

"Your lipstick...tastes like raspberry punch" he added. 

She blinked.

"I prefer cranberry twist!" 

He said lightly. Then he stood and walked away. Leaving her frozen in place

The taste of his lips still burned on hers. That’s all Meghna could think about, her fingers brushing the bandage on her cheekbone, her body humming with a strange, electric shock. The door clicked shut. Disha stood there, silhouetted against the living room light, her chest rising and falling rapidly.

"He’s gone" Disha whispered, her voice thick.

Meghna nodded, unable to form words. The image of Hemant—calm, methodical, applying antiseptic with a tenderness that contradicted the violence she’d just witnessed—played on a loop in her mind. Then, the kiss. Possessive. Promising. It had short-circuited her brain.

Disha took a step into the bedroom. Her eyes were wide, dark pools of stunned arousal.  Disha’s gaze dropped to Meghna’s bruised face, then traveled down her body. A shiver, hot and undeniable, shot through Meghna’s core. Before Meghna could process the insanity of the statement, Disha’s hands went to the hem of her own blouse. In one fluid, desperate motion, she pulled it over her head. The maroon lace of her bra cupped her full breasts, the peaks already hard against the delicate fabric.

"Disha, what are you—?"

The question was swallowed as Disha crossed the room in two strides and crashed her mouth onto Meghna’s. It wasn’t a gentle exploration. It was a claiming. A shared hunger. Raspberry lipstick—the same flavor Hemant had identified—smudged between them, a sweet, tangy stain. Meghna gasped into the kiss, her hands flying up, not to push away, but to tangle in Disha’s silken hair. The shock melted into a surge of pure, molten need. He did this. He lit this fuse.

Clothes became obstacles. Fingers fumbled with buttons, zippers, hooks. A soft whimper escaped Disha as her bra fell away, her breasts pressing against Meghna’s. Skin met fevered skin. They tumbled onto the bed, a tangle of limbs and frantic energy. Meghna’s hands slid down Disha’s back, over the curve of her ass, pulling her closer. Disha’s thigh slipped between Meghna’s legs, applying a delicious, immediate pressure that made Meghna cry out.

"He kissed me Meghna...Boss kissed me!" Disha moaned.

"He kissed me too" Meghna panted, breaking the kiss to trail her mouth down Disha’s throat. 

"What has he become?"

Disha arched her back, grinding against Meghna’s thigh. 

"I don’t care. I just want to feel what my master made us feel" 

Her hand snaked down, fingers slipping through Meghna’s wetness with no preamble. Meghna gasped, her hips bucking. Yes. Exactly. She returned the favor, her own fingers finding Disha’s soaked core. They moved in a frantic, mirrored rhythm, each stroke a question answered by a gasp, a moan.

"He tasted me" Disha moaned, her head thrashing on the pillow. 

"Said my lipstick was raspberry....mmhmmm..." 

Her fingers curled inside Meghna, hitting a spot that made stars burst behind her eyelids.

"He’s not…mmhmm......he’s not that same loser husband of Sonarika anymore..mhmm!!" 

Meghna managed, her own fingers working Disha into a shuddering frenzy. The scbang of her short nails against Disha’s inner walls drew a sharp, pleasured cry. The scent of their mutual arousal filled the room, musky and sweet.

"Switch" 

Disha commanded this time, her voice husky with lust. They moved in a fluid, desperate dance, rearranging themselves until Meghna was hovering over Disha’s mouth, and Disha’s own was buried between Meghna’s thighs. The first hot, wet swipe of Disha’s tongue made Meghna’s knees buckle. She returned the favor, diving into Disha’s sweetness, the taste exploding on her tongue—tangy, salty, perfect. The sixty-nine was less about technique and more about devouring, about losing themselves in the sensation he had awakened.


They rode the wave until they were breathless, slick with sweat and saliva, and then collapsed side-by-side, legs instinctively intertwining. Their soaked, swollen folds pressed together. Meghna hooked one leg over Disha’s hip, and Disha did the same, locking them in a tight, intimate scissor. They began to rock. A slow, deep grind that quickly escalated.


"Uhhmm....The way he moved....mhmmm....ommm.." 

Meghna hissed, her clitoris rubbing exquisitely against Disha’s with each thrust. 

"Like a fucking action hero.....mmmhmm....I’ve never seen anything like it"

"I have" Disha breathed, her eyes squeezed shut. 

"In my dreams. For months....ahhh....mmm...he has done things with me in my dreams that even the best pornstars would feel like catching up....mmm.....uhmm" 

Her hips pistoned harder, driving their sexes together in a wet, rhythmic slap. 

"I want to submit to him. Completely"

"Submit?" Meghna’s rhythm faltered for a second, stunned by the raw hunger in the confession. 

"Yes" Disha moaned, her voice breaking. 

"I want to be his bitch. His personal slut. His whore. I want him to use me. To make me his cum dump. I want to wear his marks, drink his cum, choke on his cock until I see stars"

The vulgarity, the sheer abject desire of it, sent a new jolt of heat straight to Meghna’s core. Her own grinding became frantic. 

"You’re insane Disha...mmm.......his wife left him for another man....mm...maybe he’s not….you know…..mhmm....a disappointment down there"

Disha let out a sharp, incredulous laugh, even as her body trembled on the edge. 

"Uhm....hmm...you didn’t see the Fitness Guru shoot few days ago.....the gym shorts....that clean outline....it has been imprinted on my brain mhmm......Oh god, right there!" 

She cried out as Meghna hit a particularly good angle. 

"They left nothing to the imagination. He’s packing, Meghna. He’s a fucking god. And I want to worship him"

The visual—Hemant, sculpted and powerful, a clear outline of his thick meat—coupled with Disha’s desperate, submissive litany, was the final trigger. Meghna’s thoughts dissolved into a white-hot void. Her back arched violently off the bed. A guttural, raw scream was torn from her throat as her orgasm detonated, a torrent of release soaking their tangled thighs and the sheets beneath them. At the same moment, Disha’s body locked, her own cry echoing Meghna’s as she squirted, a hot rush joining Meghna’s on the ruined sheets.

For long minutes, there was only the sound of ragged breathing. They lay in the wreckage, limbs still loosely entwined, slick with the evidence of their shared climax. The air was thick with sex and salt and sweat.

Meghna’s mind, blissfully empty for a moment, slowly refilled. Not with the fear from earlier, or the shock. With him. Hemant’s calm eyes. His hard fists. His demanding kiss. The taste of him was gone from her lips, replaced by Disha and their own passion, but the imprint of him was seared into her nerves.


Disha and Meghna found comfort in each other. No words. No plans. Just warmth, closeness, and the quiet need to feel alive again. The world outside disappeared. And when they finally lay tangled in messy sheets, breathing slow and tired, both stared at the ceiling in silence. Both thinking of the same man. For Disha—He was no longer just her boss. He was her hero. Her fantasy. Her impossible dream now possible , and more than that her reality of submission to him. 

For Meghna—He was admiration… mixed with fear. Because she now understood something terrifying. She hadn’t created a broken man. She had awakened a force of nature!

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                (TO BE CONTD)

[Harry Jordan]

                                                                                                                                                                                      (CHAPTER CONTD)

THAT EVENING



At YOD Enterprise, Hemant sat by his office window, sipping coffee. A notification popped up. It was Sonarika’s post. Atlantic Water World. Karan laughing. Anjali splashing. Mouni smiling. Sonarika in a blue swimsuit, holding her son close. Happy. Alive. Present. He checked once. There was no Vikram. No Sagar either. He closed the app. No jealousy. No ache. Just acceptance. She was Karan’s mother after all. Nothing more. Nothing less. And that was enough.

Later that night , Hemant went to shortly attend a party hosted by Siddharth at The Mariott. The Marriott glittered that night. Crystal chandeliers. Soft jazz. Champagne flowing. Siddharth gave it a vintage feel and vibe. Siddharth Mehta greeted Hemant warmly.

"Just to let you know , that Yadav matter is buried" Siddharth said.

"Thanks. Means a lot" Hemant smiled. 

"You are valuable partner to our business. And judging by Pranitha , very soon , you might be family!"

They shared a warm embrace as the party went on. Later, he met Kunal.

"Congratulations on the Mehta tie-up man , its a big move!" Kunal said.

They talked about other things after which Hemant brought the mutual subject between them.

"Sonarika posted some of the pics of their water park adventure today. Mouni was there too"

"Oh yeah , seen it. Turns out it was a compensation move from Sonarika considering she rejected the double date"

Hemant was startled hearing that.

"Rejected?"

"Yeah...you didn't know..Sonarika vehemently rejected Mouni's proposal for a double date and instead chosen to spend her time with her family. She even brought them at the concert which Mouni was expecting Sonarika will be coming along with Vikram"

"Interesting"

"Indeed , Mouni is pissed off her little adventure didn't work out so she is probably trying to find out why Sonarika made that decision which would explain her extended stay in Delhi. Plus Sagar suffered from food poisoning and was staying in a hotel room all week"

"Damn....that's.....unbelievable"

Hemant felt something loosen in his chest. Relief. But no revival. Too late. Too broken. Too much devastation in his life to ignore. He nodded. 

"Good for her"

And he meant it. But then he wondered , why? Why did she reject the double date? Her recent confession went through his head over again. She might be really trying to fix herself. But Hemant is not willing to take that chance again. She has done this before , and she had also broke it as usual. He is too scared to have faith in her anymore. Hemant decided , it was better to move on from her, he does not want to risk it again for the sake of himself. With a reverred focus , Hemant stayed in the party , ignoring Sonarika's memory and staying with his drive to move away from her for good.


FEW DAYS LATER AT THE SILVER BEACH VILLA


A few days later, at home, Hemant sat on the floor of his bedroom. He had boxes around him. They were memories, photos, movie tickets, greeting cards. Fragments of a life. He carefully placed pictures of Sonarika inside a box. Their wedding moments. Their first holiday. Honeymoons. Coffee dates. Even the naughty video from the sex room. All of it now placed in this box. The wall where their wedding photo was meant to hang now held a guitar gifted to him by Dheeraj. Beside it—Large portraits of Karan and Anjali. Smiling. Growing. His new world. Only one photo of Sonarika remained. A small family picture. Placed quietly on the bedroom desk. Respectfully. He sealed the box.

He wrote on it "Sona" and proceeded to place it in the store room. Next to that box layed three more boxes , one named "Sanju" , other named "Kira" and the final one named "Ash". Now Sonarika joined his legacy. His legacy of heartbreak , legacy of destruction , the path of moving on again. He closed the door. Exhaled deeply. As id a lifetime of weight was finally lifted from his shoulders. Now he saw a new path before him , one that involved Karan and Anjali. And to give them peace , he must take out the AZRAEL Syndicate one by one. So that finally he can be Hemant and live his life of peace and closure and spend the rest of it with Karan and Anjali. And maybe perhaps a certain someone.

But right now , he needed a new beginning. 

A New Journey. He picked up his phone.

"Raquel, book me a flight to Amsterdam. No rush!" he said, 

A pause. A smile formed. A certain someone was waiting. She dreamed about a surprise , and he thinks its time to fullfill that. And maybe just maybe , Pranitha is probably the right answer for his life!


Then Hemant remembered that its been a while he talked to Karan. So he sat on the chair facing the sea. He tried video call but it wasn't answered. He tried again and still it wasn't answered. Wondering what's wrong , he tried a regular call. 

Ring. Ring. Ring.

No answer. He tried again. Now a slight worry covering him. But this time, someone picked up.

"Hello?"

"Anju?" Hemant recognized her voice instantly.

"Bhaiya!" she replied, surprised.

"Where is everyone?" he asked gently.

“We’re not in Delhi Bhaiya , We’re in Nainital" Anjali said. 

“Nainital? Nice choice for the vacation. So everyone gone there together!" 

Hemant frowned slightly. He thought about the usual family fun at the hills. But her voice softened.

"No Bhaiya… this is not a leisure trip. We’re here for Samhita’s memorial"

His chest tightened. He remembered Sonarika telling him about the tragedy of her younger sister. Gone at a very young age. Samhita. Five years old. Passed away in a fall from a cliff. A name that still haunted Sonarika.

"I’m sorry Anju… I forgot the date" Hemant said quietly. 

"It’s okay, Everyone’s… emotional. Especially Didi. She hasn’t come here in years" Anjali replied. 

"And Karan?" Hemant asked.

"He’s trying to be strong. But he keeps asking why Mumma is so sad" she said. 

Hemant closed his eyes.

"Take care of him, Don’t let him feel this too deeply" he said softly. 

"I will" Anjali promised.

There was a pause.

"Bhaiya… Papa is also very shaken" she added.

"Why?" Hemant asked.

“He recieved a letter from an old friend. It was lost in some post office for years and reached him only now. Papa claims its the final letter meant for him from his long lost friend" 

She said. Hemant’s brows knit. 

"Who?"

"A businessman, From Azerbaijan" Anjali replied. 

The word hit him like a gunshot. Azerbaijan. His mind fractured. Fire. Screams.
Charred house. Manush Rustom’s burned face. Rebecca’s hollow eyes. Sareen’s lifeless body. Nightmares he had buried under layers of violence and lies clawed their way back.

"H-His name?" Hemant asked, voice barely steady.

“He owned mines there....his name is..." Anjali continued casually.

Hemant’s breathing slowed. Too slow. Then she said it.

"Mr. Manush Rustom"

The world collapsed inward. Air vanished. Sound muted. The house blurred. His heart slammed against his ribs as if trying to escape. Manush Rustom. His mentor. His protector. His second father. The man whose family had been slaughtered. Because of him. Nineteen years ago.

"Bhaiya? Are you there?" Anjali’s voice came faintly. 

Hemant couldn’t speak. His throat closed. His hands trembled.

"Bhaiya… is something wrong?"

He forced himself to breathe. Once. Twice. He swallowed.

“I’m… I’m fine...just worked up from the cleaning!!" he lied softly.

"Oh, Isn't Tara around?" she said.

"Tara is gone outside to get some house supplies" he replied.

"Okay Bhaiya , I have to go. I'll tell Didi you called. Take care. Bye" 

Anjali smiled through the phone. 

"Bye" Hemant whispered.

The call ended. Two worlds that was never supposed to meet has just interlapped with each other. How is this possible? How the hell does his father-in-law of all people know his mentor Rustom? What is the letter Rustom has sent to him? Inside Hemant, everything was breaking.

He leaned his head back against the chair, staring at nothing. If Jagjeet knew…If Sonarika ever knew…If they ever learn who Michael King really is…it will be over....over in many ways for Hemant. In an instant , he would be the ultimate betrayer to Sonarika , Michael King will be revived and turned into Hemant Kumar's legacy not his darker past. He would be exposed. And when that happened—His carefully built life would explode into chaos. 
 

Surprisingly outside , it started to rain. The first rain of the coming season in Mumbai. But for Hemant this was a bad omen , a reminder that Michael King is not just his legacy , its also a ticking time bomb. 

What happens when Sonarika finds out? What will her reaction be? Will she take Karan away from him? Will she take Anjali too? 


Hemant collapsed on the floor realizing the deeper consequences. As the rain came cascaded down. It was a reminder , that whatever happens , there is a possibility that he will loose everything!

Hemant watched as the storm arrived in Mumbai. Hemant contemplated the future knowing that uncertainty awaited him. But for the first time he was scared , scared not of AZRAEL , not of Zarir , or even Lai Tong. He was scared of Sonarika , as she can either make him or break him with the truth!


And for the first time in a long time , Hemant Kumar was afraid once again!

                                                                                                                                                                                                         END OF CHAPTER 30

[Munda007]

I think its time to focus on Sonarika and Vikram. Let their love rekindle in settings of GOA

[Harry Jordan]

This was another lengthy chapter. I know a lot of readers want me to do this weekly but honestly when I try to do it , it lowers the quality and I feel the narrative gets rushed. I don't want to compromise on the quality so sometimes unexpected delays. I planned to post this in the morning but then I noticed some grammatic errors and problems so I had to rectify it which resulted in that unexpected delay. I will again try to do this weekly but like I said no guarantees.


Now back to the story , I did state in the previous post that I did tone down some stuff which I will reveal now as I don't plan to include in this story. Initially there was a lot of sex involved in the story which I toned some of it down. First one I removed is the moment Sonarika and Hemant talks , during their conversation. They end up recollecting events of July 2 , 2012. This recollection ends up making them horny and this results in Sonarika masturbating to Hemant's memory while Hemant goes to a party late and hooks up with another celebrity. It turned this idea down because this would force me to show Sonarika's perspective and I don't want to do it just yet , simply saving her part of the narration in the story for a later chapter. Also I didn't want to turn Hemant into a full on Gigolo LOL 


The other was also another Celebrity fling which had Hemant hooking up with Ananya Pandey and Shanaya Kapoor which results in Hemant's first threesome in the story after a long time. But I didn't wanna overdo the "Celebrity" fling thing so I instead toned it down and reduced it into a small hookup between him and Ananya in her vanity which complimented the story as it grew potential to the equation between Pranitha and Hemant.


Now this one I scrapped it way early in this chapter where the original idea was for the chapter to end with Meghna and Hemant having a night of sex where after he saves her from Yadav , she comes to Hemant's place at night and in secret Tara films it for a future plan to dismantle Hemant. But I scrapped it the moment I started writing and instead focused on their equations interlapping and giving a tease of reveal to each other. Now Meghna is doubtful about Hemant and she is now aware Hemant has a dark past. Will she stay away from Hemant or try to target him anyways? Only time will tell.


This was also a plan I completely abandoned , which was the chapter to end with a sex scene between Pranitha and Hemant as she returns to Mumbai by the end and they consumnate their relationship. But now I have a far more erotic idea for them to go through so we will see about that in the future chapter.

These were the changes I made and have no interest of including it in the story in the future!

Obviously the best part I liked was Sonarika and Hemant's history actually interlapping with each other with the reveal of Sonarika's father and Hemant's mentor being good friends. This opens the doorway for Sonarika to see the reveal of Michael King. At the same time it also helps in flipping the narrative as now Hemant is in the betrayer seat. It all now lays in the hands of Sonarika on how she react. Will she feel betrayed and heartbroken realizing her husband was not the same man he was? That he had darker secrets of his own? Would she feel her marriage was a lie? Will she assume Hemant as a bad influence and take Karan away from him? only time will tell.


The coming chapters will have more action of both kinds , and this chapter already set up the next big action setpiece to take place in Lebonon so exciting days are ahead. I hope you all have a good read and really feel satisfied by this chapter because I really loved writing the sex LOL.

Dangerous situations are coming and the story is about to take some dramatic showdowns and confrontations in the future , Wait and Read as the sage of Love Sex and War continues as the war of Michael King Vs AZRAEL and Sonarika Vs Meghna gets more personal and dangerous!


      From Your's Truly

 HARRY JORDAN 

[DeanWinchester00007]

Loved the twist at the end and Hemant's fear . Irrespective of letter , SONA's Father definitely knows something about Hemant , That is why He was giving Hemant cold shoulder during Sona's success party . He also told Hemant to addressed him as SIR  .
So , I dont think The letter would contain any Information regarding the Michael or Hemant , Only if it was sent after the Hemant and Sona's wedding then Hemant should worry about it . okay I get it now  .  So He should worry . 

 So  Hemant was in Azerbaijan when His mentor sent the letter to Sona's father , and at this point both Hemant and Sona do not know each other , and Hemant living in Azerbaijan as Michael King . It is only after the whatever happened in Azerbaijan Michael moved to Mumbai and starts a new life ?  Right Harry ?

I hope that Sona's father does not tell her anything , It would be much better If Sona herself figure out/Learn the truth about Hemant and The Mystery man who saved her . Like a side hustle for Sona , Sona doing some detective work . This will bring her again in Centre of the story and then her observing the Hemant , figuring out who is this man she loved and married to , doubting that her whole life is just a Cover up ? I hope there is enough built up for the CONFRONTRATION .

Finally , The best of part of story - Hemant / Michael' past . 

The opening act of the story , I hope we finally get the whole story of Azerbaijan Incident which was the opening act of the story .



So excited , Hemant's fear is so real . This is something that He cannot fight , Cannot delay , and cannot DEFEAT ! . This is the fight Hemant is destined to lose .


Worth the Wait ! . The Story just took another Turn .   

10/10 Chapter .