Misc. Erotica Tales of Malavika: The Unseen Game

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Guys This is my next story Tales of Malavika: The Unseen Game

going to write back to back stories on Xossipy.

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This story is going to be different one. So the characters are not introduced right away after each key incidents each prime characters will be introduced

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Opening Scene - The Engagement 

In the opulent private banquet hall of The Leela Palace, Chennai, soft golden chandeliers cast a warm glow over the small, intimate gathering. The ceremony was deliberately quiet — no loud relatives, no flashing cameras, just the two families bound by decades-old promises and hidden ambitions.


Malavika sat stiffly in a rich maroon silk saree that dbangd elegantly over her slender frame. At twenty-five, she was a stunning beauty — the kind that turned heads instantly. Her figure was alluring and feminine: full, heavy breasts that strained subtly against the tight blouse, narrow waist, and small, shapely hips. Long raven-black hair cascaded down her back, framing a gorgeous face with high cheekbones, full lips, and large expressive eyes that still carried a hint of lingering sadness.

Sharma’s wife, Adhini Sharma, leaned closer, her voice sweet but firm.
“Do you like Bhaskar, my dear?”

Malavika hesitated. Before she could answer, Adhini laughed lightly, as if it were the most amusing joke.

“Even if you don’t, he will be your husband. Your father and I made a promise just a week before that terrible accident — if the children grew up and the families stayed united, you would marry Bhaskar. All these years you stayed distant… first Bangalore for studies, then the UK for your MBA. Your uncle kept you away. But now you’re back. It’s time to take charge of what your parents left you.”

Adhini’s hand gently squeezed Malavika’s. “Don’t think of this as an engagement party. It’s just a formality. Exchange the rings, fulfil the promise your parents made. The official marriage can happen in a year. Until then, you’ll learn the workings of the group… and get used to Bhaskar.” She smiled knowingly. “We’ve already prepared the luxury apartment for you both. You’ll stay with him. It’s almost like you’re half-married already. You two need time to know each other, don’t you?”

Malavika’s heart felt heavy. She knew she was just doing this because she had no other way. Her uncle’s family had been quietly pushing her out — her aunt’s bitter complaints about the money spent on her still echoed in her ears. She needed to secure her parents’ legacy, especially the 10% stake in VeeR Group. She needed a life ahead. Deep in her heart, she felt no emotional connection to Bhaskar, but she had agreed anyway. The only thing that truly felt odd — almost frightening — was the idea of staying together with him right away, under the same roof, sharing the same luxury apartment… like they were already married.

She glanced at Bhaskar.

He stood tall and commanding in his perfectly tailored black suit, broad shoulders relaxed, sharp jawline catching the light. He wasn’t looking at her with affection. He was speaking in low, confident tones to his father about share percentages, board control, and “how perfectly our families will benefit once the stakes are combined.” His intense dark eyes occasionally flicked toward her, scanning her body like an asset he was about to acquire.

Malavika exhaled slowly, staring out through the tall windows at the dark Chennai sky.

If this is my fate… if this is what you wanted for me, she whispered silently to her parents, then I accept it.
A few minutes later, they stood facing each other.

Bhaskar’s large, warm hand took hers. His grip was firm, almost possessive, his thumb slowly stroking the inside of her wrist in a way that sent an unexpected shiver down her spine. The rings were exchanged in near silence — a heavy diamond solitaire sliding onto her slender finger, followed by a sleek platinum band on his.

The vows were short. Quiet. Final.
No fireworks. No declarations of love.

Only the soft click of metal and the heavy, unspoken knowledge that their lives — and soon, their bodies — were now bound together.

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Character Introduction 

Malavika


Malavika is the only daughter of Mukesh and Dhanvandhiri. Ten years ago, her parents died in a tragic car accident; she was the sole survivor. With no memories of her childhood before that night, the crash remains the only clear image burned into her mind. After the accident, she was raised under the strict but caring guardianship of her maternal uncle. She completed her Bachelors in India and earned her MBA from abroad. Six months ago, she returned to Chennai to claim her rightful place as a board member in VeeR Group Industries, holding the 10% stake inherited from her father.

Her fate has always been tied to the Bhaskar family through a powerful business and family alliance. Her father Mukesh, along with Sharma (Bhaskar’s father) and Janarthanan, founded VeeR Chipset and Group Industries. As soon as she returned, Bhaskar’s family invited her and her uncle for alliance talks, leading to her current engagement with Bhaskar Sharma — a union meant to strengthen both families and the company.

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Character Introduction - Bhaskar


Bhaskar Sharma is twenty-six, the same age as Malavika. He is fiercely focused, money-minded, and ruthlessly ambitious — one of the few men willing to do anything to reach the top. For years he has been eyeing the CEO position of VeeR Group, but the path has not been easy.

Right now, he holds only a mid-level managerial position heading one section of the company. Dharmendhra and Shekar consider him too ambitious and dangerous, so they have deliberately kept him in entry-level managerial roles, never allowing him real power or a seat at the big table. They have repeatedly promised him that if he proves himself, he will be given a bigger role — but Bhaskar knows promises in this world mean nothing without leverage.

His father, Sharma, holds 20% of the company shares. The major shareholding stands as follows:

• Janarthanan’s 25% (now potentially claimable anytime by his only son, Rana, who is currently in the USA and actively investigating the company’s funds)
  
• Malavika’s 10%
  
• Dharmendhra Group’s 10%
  
• Shekar’s 10%
  

The rest are diluted among small investors. Despite holding only 10%, Shekar currently occupies the CEO seat because he controls the powerful Shareholders’ Decision Committee along with the Dharmendhra Group. 

While Dharmendra and Shekar found to be too cotrolling, the insider say the Veer Group is stable only because of them, the group was about to get shut when Janarthanan passed away and Mukesh a year later. 

Bhaskar believes that marrying Malavika will combine his father’s 20% with her 10%, creating a strong 30% bloc that would position him as the largest single shareholder. He sees this marriage as the fastest and surest route to the CEO chair. He is determined not to let Rana return to India or allow Dharmendhra and Shekar to consolidate more power against him.

To Bhaskar, Malavika is not just a wife — she is the key to his empire.

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Chapter 1: The Phone Call 

The rings had barely settled on their fingers when Sharma’s phone vibrated harshly on the table. He glanced at the screen, frowning, then stepped away from the small gathering to take the call.

His face drained of colour within seconds.

“What?” His voice came out hoarse. “Shekar… met with an accident? When? How bad is it?”
The entire room fell silent. Adhini’s hand flew to her mouth. Bhaskar’s sharp eyes narrowed. Malavika felt a chill run down her spine even though she barely knew the man.
Sharma ended the call and turned back to them, looking suddenly older.

“Shekar is in the ICU. Serious head injury. They’re saying it might have been a hit-and-run… the car was completely smashed.”
A heavy silence blanketed the luxurious hall. What should have been a quiet celebration now felt tainted.

Sharma sank into the plush sofa, loosening his tie. VeeR Group had always looked flawless from the outside — a multi-crore semiconductor giant exporting to the world. But inside, cracks had been widening for years: power struggles, hidden debts, suspicious contracts, and whispers of underworld money. Sharma had known this marriage was his best chance to secure his family’s future before everything collapsed. Now, with Shekar suddenly out of the picture, the question hung in the air like smoke:

Who would become the next CEO?
Ten years ago, a similar leadership crisis had nearly torn the company apart. Only when Dharmendra and Shekar stepped in, calming investors and promising stability, had peace returned. Shekar was made CEO and Dharmendra the Chairman. For a decade, no one challenged the arrangement — as long as the profits kept flowing, everyone stayed happy.
But the moment someone tried to tilt the balance…

Sharma rubbed his temples, a dark thought creeping in. World will blame me. Sharma’s accident… convenient timing right after pushing for more shares through this marriage. He didn’t care about the whispers, but he had wanted to play fair.

Who benefits from this?

Rana? No — that boy only cared about cashing out his 25% and had never shown interest in running the company and he dont even ask it directly he speaks through Andrew his Assitant every time. 

Malavika? She had just returned and knew almost nothing about the internal politics.

Bhaskar? Sharma immediately dismissed it. His own son was too ambitious, yes, but pulling something like this would put him directly under suspicion.

Then only one name remained… Dharmendra.
But Dharmendra had always been the calm guru of the group — harmless, respected, almost fatherly.

It must be just an accident… Sharma told himself, though doubt gnawed at him.

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Meanwhile, at VeeR Group Headquarters, Chennai

From the first floor to the eighth, the sleek glass-and-steel building buzzed with anxious whispers. Employees huddled in corridors. Board members paced in glass-walled rooms. Small investors were already calling frantically, worried about the company’s future.

But in a quiet corner office on the seventh floor, one man sat calm and calculative.
He dialled a number. The call was answered on the second ring.
“Vikram?”
“Yes, sir.”
“You heard? Shekar met with an accident tonight.”
“I did.”

Dharmendra leaned back in his leather chair, a cold smile touching his lips.
“Good. We should move ahead. I’ve already shared your profile with key investors on the board. There’s no time to waste. I’ll convince them to appoint you immediately as Project CFO — the special role Shekar had been talking about for the past few weeks. From there, I’ll gradually make you the permanent CFO of the entire group. But you must play very, very careful.”

Dharmendra’s voice dropped, turning sharp and warning.
“And Vikram… don’t bring any of your mafia antics here. You should sound and behave like a complete professional. No slips. Not even a hint.”
There was a short, confident pause on the other end.

Vikram replied smoothly, “I know my role. And I know the seriousness of the situation. You don’t have to worry.”
Dharmendra ended the call and stared out at the glittering Chennai night skyline, his eyes cold with calculation.
The game had just begun.

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Chapter 2: The Drive to Nowhere


The black Mercedes glided through Chennai’s late-night streets, the city lights flickering across the tinted windows. Inside, the silence felt suffocating.

Bhaskar sat beside Malavika, legs spread wide, taking up more space than necessary. He hadn’t spoken much since leaving The Leela Palace. His phone was in his hand, fingers scrolling through messages even now, as if the woman he had just gotten engaged to was barely worth his full attention.

Malavika kept her hands folded tightly in her lap, the diamond ring feeling heavier with every passing minute.
Bhaskar finally glanced at her, his expression flat and business-like.
“You’re quiet,” he said, more like an observation than concern.

Malavika looked at him. “Everything happened too fast tonight. The engagement… and then the news about Shekar uncle.”
Bhaskar gave a short, dismissive snort. “Shekar’s accident doesn’t change our plans. The marriage is fixed. One year.” He leaned back, eyes flicking over her body casually, the way one might inspect a new car. “Until then, you stay with me. The apartment is ready.”
Malavika shifted uncomfortably. “I thought I could stay with my uncle for a few more weeks… at least until things settle.”
Bhaskar didn’t even pretend to consider it. “My mother already arranged everything. Two bedrooms. You can have your own space.” He paused, then added with a slight smirk, “But we need to look like a proper couple now. The board will be watching closely, especially after tonight. So no silly ideas about staying separately.”

The car pulled into a quiet upscale street near the beach. A sleek 25th-floor building rose ahead of them.
When they reached the penthouse, Bhaskar stepped out first without offering his hand. Malavika followed, feeling the weight of the situation settle on her shoulders. The private elevator ride was silent except for the soft hum of machinery. Bhaskar stood scrolling on his phone again, barely acknowledging her presence.

The elevator doors opened straight into the luxurious apartment. Floor-to-ceiling windows, expensive minimalist furniture, and a view of the dark sea. It was beautiful, but it felt cold.

Bhaskar tossed his jacket carelessly onto the couch and loosened his tie.
“Welcome home,” he said flatly, as if reading from a script. “For the next year, this is where you live. My mother stocked the master bedroom closet with clothes for you. Your size.”

He turned toward her, eyes once again scanning her figure — not with desire, but with the satisfied look of someone who had just acquired a valuable asset.

“You should change and rest,” he continued. “We have an early day at the office tomorrow. I need you to start learning how things work.” A small, irritating smile tugged at his lips. “And Malavika… try to act a little warmer in front of others. We’re engaged now. You’re mine — at least on paper. That’s what matters.”

Malavika felt a chill. There was no affection in his voice, no warmth. Just cold calculation. He wasn’t looking at her as a woman, or even as a partner. She was simply the 10% stake that would help him climb higher.
She took a small step back, her full breasts rising with uneasy breaths.
Bhaskar didn’t seem to notice her discomfort — or if he did, he didn’t care.

“Two bedrooms,” he reminded her again, already walking toward the main one. “But don’t forget why we’re doing this. It’s business. Everything else… is just formality.”
He disappeared into his room, leaving Malavika standing alone in the middle of the vast living room, the weight of the ring and the unfamiliar apartment pressing down on her.

This was only the first night.
And already, she felt trapped.

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Chapter 3: New Rules, New Players


The next morning, VeeR Group Headquarters was buzzing like a disturbed beehive. Whispers filled every corridor — “Shekar sir is critical…”, “Who will run the company now?”, “Will the share price crash?” The uncertainty was palpable on every floor.

Bhaskar, however, saw opportunity. He had already arranged a grand welcome for Malavika — or so he thought. Without consulting anyone, he called for an urgent board meeting to push her into a powerful executive role. Shekar is gone, he told himself smugly. Now is the time to strike.
He dropped Malavika at the grand marble lobby.

“Wait here,” he said, already walking away. “I’ll call my team for a proper welcome. Sit nicely and look presentable.”
Malavika nodded quietly and sat on the plush sofa, her maroon saree from last night replaced by a crisp cream blouse and navy pencil skirt that hugged her full breasts and slender curves. She felt exposed, nervous, and completely out of place.

A few minutes later, a tall, strikingly handsome man in a sharp black suit walked in. Broad shoulders, sharp jawline, confident stride. He sat on the sofa directly opposite her, legs crossed, exuding quiet power. Malavika glanced at him once, then looked away.
The receptionist approached. “Sir, who are you here to meet?”

“Darmendra sir,” the man replied in a deep, smooth voice. “I’m joining today.”
Malavika’s ears perked up. Another new joiner on the same day as me?

She noticed a cleaner mopping the floor near her feet and stood up to move aside. At the exact same moment, the man turned back after speaking to the receptionist. Their bodies collided.

Malavika stumbled. Strong arms instantly wrapped around her waist, catching her firmly. For a split second, her heavy breasts pressed against his hard chest. She could smell his clean, masculine scent.

She pulled back sharply, face flushing with anger and embarrassment.
“Take your hands off me!” she snapped. “You are just joining today and already trying your luck with women? Have some shame!”

The man’s eyes narrowed, a flash of cold rage passing through them, but he said nothing.
Before the situation could escalate, Dharmendra himself walked into the lobby with quick steps.

“Ah, Vikram! Welcome,” he said warmly, shaking the handsome man’s hand. “Come with me.”
Malavika froze. Dharmendra… personally coming down for a new employee?

She watched them disappear toward the elevator, her heart beating fast. Who the hell is this man?

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Minutes later, Bhaskar returned, looking tense and irritated.
“Some new bullshit rules,” he muttered. “They didn’t even inform us. Now every new appointment needs clearance from higher-ups. Come.”
He dragged her to the boardroom.

The moment they entered, the atmosphere was thick. All eyes turned toward them. Dharmendra sat at the head, calm and composed.  
Dharmendra wasted no time.
“To maintain stability after Shekar’s unfortunate accident, I have brought in fresh talent. Sorry i could not make him meet you all here, the client is pushing hard, he straight away started his work for us. His name is Vikram and he is our new Project CFO. He will handle all major operations and the critical projects Shekar was overseeing. Any deal, any decision of importance, will now go through him.”

Sharma shot up. “How can such an important decision be taken without consulting the major shareholders? This is unacceptable!”
Bhaskar’s face turned red with fury. “We weren’t even informed!”

Dharmendra smiled calmly. “We have a multi-million-dollar business running. We cannot afford even one day of delay while Shekar is in hospital. I reviewed Vikram’s profile personally — his track record is outstanding. He will manage operations for now. The rest of you can coordinate with me.”

A few investors raised concerns, but most eventually nodded. Andrew, attending online for Rana, only cared about one thing: “How much commission will he take? Will it affect our dividends?”

The resolution was passed.

Vikram was now the new CFO.

Bhaskar was seething.
Later, when Sharma and Bhaskar introduced Malavika to Dharmendra, they pushed hard.

“Give her the CEO position,” Bhaskar demanded. “Or at least something powerful. Convince the board to vote for her.”
Sharma said is this is not a help we do to our old friend Mukesh her father.. 

im not asking for permanent CEO, let her be acting until Shekar comes.. Shekar will feel proud too.. See i have 20, you have 10, Malavika has 10, Shekars cannot  be counted, we can form a resolution.. 


Dharmendra shook his head. “Too risky right now. Let her start as Senior Business Analyst. It’s a natural role for someone aiming high. She can learn operations properly.”

He paused, then added with a small smile:
“But even this appointment needs final clearance from the new CFO. Malavika, please meet Vikram in his office. He’s expecting you.”
Bhaskar rolled his eyes. “Fine. Go meet him. I’ll wait here.”

Malavika’s stomach twisted as she walked toward the CFO’s office. Everything felt odd — too fast, too calculated.
She knocked softly and entered.
“Excuse me…”

The large leather chair was turned toward the wall. She could only see the back of the man.
The chair slowly swivelled around.

Malavika’s eyes widened in shock.
Sitting there, looking at her with calm, piercing eyes and a faint, dangerous smile, was the same handsome man from the lobby — the one she had scolded and pushed away just thirty minutes ago.

Vikram.

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Chapter 4: The First Taste of Revenge


Malavika stood frozen as the chair swivelled around. Vikram leaned back, one eyebrow raised, a cold, satisfied smile playing on his lips.
“Sit,” he ordered, his voice deep and commanding.

She hesitated but sat down, her heart hammering. As she adjusted herself on the chair, her pallu slipped slightly, revealing a generous view of her deep cleavage. The tight blouse stretched across her full, heavy breasts. Vikram’s eyes dropped straight to it. He let his gaze linger for a long second before picking up her resume.

He read it in silence, then suddenly tossed it aside like trash.

“So… you’re the powerful heiress who thought she could walk in and claim the CEO chair on her first day?” he said mockingly.
Malavika straightened up. “That’s not true. I never asked for CEO. I just want to start at a proper position where I can actually learn the business. Dharmendra sir suggested Business Analyst —”

Before she could finish, Vikram stood up slowly and walked around the desk. He stopped right in front of her, then bent down, bringing his face dangerously close to hers. His eyes deliberately dropped again to her exposed cleavage, making no attempt to hide it.

“You just joined today… and you’re already showing your cleavage like this to get favourable treatment?” he whispered, his breath brushing her skin. “How convenient.”

SLAP!

Malavika’s palm connected hard with his cheek. The sound echoed in the office.

She shot up from the chair, furious and humiliated. “How dare you—”

Vikram’s hand shot out and grabbed her wrist in a steel grip. She started shouting, “Someone help me! Help—”

His other hand clamped roughly over her mouth, silencing her instantly. He pulled her closer, his body pressing against hers.

“You painted me as a cheap womanizer in the lobby just thirty minutes ago,” he growled, eyes burning with rage and something darker. “All because I accidentally caught you when you were about to fall. But this?” His gaze dropped pointedly to her still-exposed cleavage. “Should I consider this an accident too… or intentional?”

He held her like that for a few long, terrifying seconds, letting the shame sink in. Then he released her abruptly and stepped back telling i just let you taste the same medicine you gave me. 

Malavika stumbled, breathing heavily, tears of anger and humiliation burning in her eyes. She quickly adjusted her pallu with trembling hands.
Vikram sat back down calmly, as if nothing had happened.

“I cannot directly approve you as Business Analyst,” he said coldly. “You will tag along with me for the next few important business meetings and site visits. Only if I am impressed with your performance will I promote you to Business Analyst Director level. Otherwise, you will work as entry-level staff. Even that is only because of your late father’s contribution to this company. Remember one thing clearly — in this company, as CFO, my orders are final.”

Dont dare to use your power again.. i hate misuse of power. 

Malavika didn’t speak a word. She turned and walked out, cheeks burning with shame, feeling completely violated.

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Outside, Bhaskar was waiting impatiently.
“How did it go?” he asked.

Before she could answer, a staff member approached and handed her an official letter.

Appointment Order – Trainee cum Personal Assistant to CFO (Vikram) for one week. Performance review thereafter.

Bhaskar read it and shrugged. “You’ll work as trainee and assistant to that Vikram? Fine. Do it. We need things to move smoothly right now. Intention matters more than position. Just keep your eyes and ears open.”

Malavika stood there silently, once again caught in the middle of a world that kept pushing her exactly where it wanted — whether she liked it or not.

She had no choice.

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Chapter 5: Under His Shadow


The next morning, Malavika stood outside Vikram’s corner office on the 8th floor, clutching a notepad tightly. Her cream blouse and black pencil skirt felt too tight under the fluorescent lights. She took a deep breath and knocked.

“Come in.”

She stepped inside. Vikram was already seated behind his massive desk, looking sharp and intimidating in a charcoal suit. He didn’t even glance up immediately.
“Close the door,” he said flatly.

Malavika obeyed. The click of the door sounded too loud in the silent room.
Vikram finally looked at her, his gaze cold and assessing. “From today, you are my personal assistant and trainee. You follow my schedule. You speak only when I ask you to. You observe. You learn. And most importantly — you do not embarrass me in front of clients or investors. Understood?”

Malavika nodded stiffly. “Yes, sir.”
A faint, mocking smile touched his lips. “Good. Let’s see how long that obedience lasts.”

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The first investor meeting that afternoon was a disaster.

Malavika sat beside Vikram in the glass-walled conference room, taking notes. When a senior investor asked about the delayed semiconductor project timeline, she nervously jumped in before Vikram could answer.

“Actually… I think we can fast-track it if we reallocate resources from the older chipset line,” she said, trying to sound confident.

The room went silent. Then someone chuckled. Another whispered, loud enough for her to hear, “Who is this girl? The new CEO’s girlfriend?”

Vikram shot her a sharp look but continued smoothly, correcting her mistake without raising his voice. The meeting moved on, but the damage was done. By evening, the internal group chats were already calling her “Heir Apparent Barbie” and making memes about her “brilliant suggestions.”

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The second investor meeting the next day was even worse.

Malavika fumbled again — mixing up two major client names and suggesting a strategy that had already been rejected six months ago. Laughter rippled across the table. One of the older shareholders, Mr. Reddy, shook his head loudly.

“See? This is exactly what Dharmendra warned us about. Bringing in an inexperienced girl just because of her father’s name. She’s becoming a laughing stock. How long are we going to tolerate this?”
Several heads nodded in agreement.

Vikram, who had been quietly observing, finally spoke, his voice calm and professional.

“She just started two days ago. These mistakes are normal in the beginning. She will get hold of things gradually. Let’s focus on the agenda instead of personal comments.”

He didn’t defend her warmly. There was no softness in his tone — just cold logic. Still, the words shut down the open mockery for the moment. Malavika sat there burning with shame, unable to meet anyone’s eyes.

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By evening, exhaustion and humiliation weighed heavily on her. She had to submit her daily report to Vikram before leaving. She searched for him on the 8th floor, then the 7th. Finally, she spotted him through the half-open door of a small meeting room on the basement level.

Vikram was standing with a rough-looking man in a black shirt. The stranger had a thick gold chain and a visible bulge near his waist — the unmistakable shape of a gun tucked into his pant. He was definitely not a security officerman.

Malavika froze behind the corner, heart pounding. She watched as the man handed over a thick envelope to Vikram. They spoke in low voices. The man laughed once — a harsh, dangerous sound — then patted Vikram’s shoulder before walking away.
Vikram turned, adjusting his suit jacket casually, as if nothing unusual had happened.
Malavika quickly stepped back into the shadows, breathing fast. Who was that man? Why does the new CFO have a gun-carrying gangster in the basement?

Malavika was just back to Chennai everything was so sudden for her

Her engagement with Bhaskar.
Her uncle and aunt leaving her here cutting ties smartly.
Cohabitation with Bhaskar before marriage
Sudden accident of Shekar.
Pushing her for CEO by Sharma and Bhaskar in VeeR GRoup
Humiliated by CFO Vikram
Now she is seeing an unseen side of Vikram..

She just wished to do what best for her life
she just wished to continue what her father done
but thee place of her fathers filled with mysteries. 
She hated Chennai for this reason.

She turned and hurried back toward the elevator before Vikram could spot her, her mind racing with questions and fresh fear.

This company wasn’t just filled with corporate politics.
It was far darker.

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Chapter 6: Shadows in the Office


It was 7:15 PM when Vikram stepped out of the elevator onto the 8th floor. The entire wing was eerily quiet. Most employees had already fled the moment the clock struck six-thirty, eager to escape the tension that had gripped VeeR Group since Shekar’s accident.

He frowned when he saw his cabin door slightly ajar. No report on his desk. No sign of Malavika.

“Typical,” he muttered.
As he entered, something felt off. The small resting room attached to his cabin — meant for late-night work — had its door half-closed. A faint shadow moved behind it.

Vikram’s instincts kicked in instantly. He silently opened his drawer, pulled out a sharp folding knife, and approached the door. In one swift motion, he yanked it open and swung the blade toward the shadow.
A sharp gasp cut through the air.

The knife tore through the thin fabric of a maroon saree with a loud riiiip. The blade sliced a deep vertical cut from the waist all the way up, exposing the white blouse underneath and a dangerous amount of soft, deep cleavage.

Malavika stumbled backward in shock. Vikram lost balance with the swing, and both of them crashed to the floor.
In the chaos, his large hand instinctively grabbed for support — landing squarely on her full, heavy left breast. His fingers squeezed the soft, warm flesh for a split second before he realized what he was holding.

“Fuck,” he hissed.
They both froze.

Malavika’s eyes were wide with terror and humiliation. Her torn saree hung open, her heaving breasts barely contained by the tight blouse, nipples faintly visible through the thin material. Vikram’s hand was still on her for one extra heartbeat before he pulled it away.
He stood up first and stepped back.

“What the hell are you doing hiding in my private room?” he demanded, voice low and dangerous.
Malavika scrambled to her feet, clutching the torn edges of her saree. “Someone… someone entered the floor wearing a mask. He didn’t look normal. I panicked and hid here. I didn’t know what else to do!”

Vikram stared at her for a moment, then walked to his desk and pulled up the security footage on his monitor. Sure enough, a masked man had slipped onto the floor twenty minutes ago. He was seen placing something small under a cabinet near Vikram’s cabin before disappearing.
Vikram zoomed in. The man had slipped a tiny device into his pocket while leaving — a listening bug.
He turned back to Malavika, expression unreadable.

“It was a mistake,” he said flatly.
Malavika’s fear turned into fury. “Mistake?! You tore my saree with a knife! You grabbed my breast! And you expect me to believe this was just a mistake? Who the hell are you? Why do masked men come here with bugs? Why do you meet gun-carrying gangsters in the basement?”
She was breathing hard, tears of anger and shame glistening in her eyes.

Vikram calmly removed his expensive black blazer and tossed it toward her.
“Cover yourself. Return it tomorrow.”
Malavika caught the blazer and quickly dbangd it over her ruined saree. It smelled faintly of his cologne — woody and masculine. She hated how it made her feel.

As she turned to leave after placing her report on his desk, Vikram’s voice stopped her.
“You have only five more days to prove yourself, Malavika. Watch your steps very carefully. And stop focusing on unwanted and unimportant things.”

She paused at the door, confused.
Was he warning her about the masked man… or about watching him?

She didn’t ask. She simply walked out, took the elevator down, and booked a cab straight to the apartment. She didn’t wait for Bhaskar. She didn’t want to explain anything to anyone.
Not the torn saree.

Not the rough hand on her breast.
Not the fear… or the strange, dangerous spark she had felt when Vikram’s body had pressed against hers on the floor.

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Character introduction: Vikram


Vikram is the newly appointed Project CFO of VeeR Group, directly recruited by Dharmendra. He is a sharp, highly focused, and dangerously intelligent young man in his late twenties. His only real concern is multiplying cash flow, profits, and operational efficiency — everything else is secondary.

He is known in the industry for the past four years as one of the best Risk Managers in the semiconductor and IT hardware sector. Companies speak of him with both respect and fear — a man who can turn around failing projects, clean up financial messes, and deliver aggressive growth. No one knows much about his family background or where he truly came from. He remains a mysterious figure.

What almost no one knows is that Vikram has strong underworld (mafia) connections. He moves comfortably between the corporate world and the shadows. Dharmendra brought him in for a specific hidden purpose that only the two of them fully understand. and there is one more reason.. Dharmendra doesnt want Rohan to come here. That is possible only when an expert like Vikram handles the operations.

Vikram is calm, calculated, and ruthless when needed. He has an enemy inside VeeR Group — someone he has come to destroy — but he is yet to identify exactly who it is. Until then, he plays the perfect professional while quietly tightening his grip on the company.

He sees Malavika as nothing more than an entitled, inexperienced heiress who is currently a nuisance… though her body and fiery spirit have started to catch his attention in dangerous ways.

[Saikarthik]

Excellent it's like a movie while reading pleas continue don't stop it in the middle

[Chitrarassu]

very nice the way vikram dominates malavika.

[Bobby1134]

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