Adultery Love Sex And War Part 1 : Age Of Darkness

[Harry Jordan]

                                                                                                                                CHAPTER 15

Sonarika found herself standing beneath a golden twilight sky with Vikram, his eyes burning into hers with a longing that mirrored her own. She felt an inexplicable pull toward him — a magnetic force that she could neither deny nor escape. Every touch, every glance between them in that dream felt like stolen moments from a life she never dared to live openly. It was intoxicating, thrilling, and frightening all at once.


As they strolled through a meadow that seemed to exist outside of time, Sonarika felt years of buried desires awaken within her. Vikram took her hand, and she felt a rush of warmth spread through her veins, a feeling she had missed even before she knew she was missing it. His voice, deep and assured, told her things she longed to hear — that he understood her, accepted her completely, and wanted her without conditions. In that moment, she felt alive in a way she hadn’t in years.

Their dream-world embrace deepened. They shared gentle kisses that soon turned fierce, urgent, each breath carrying a promise of forbidden passion. She felt his hands around her waist, guiding her closer, merging their souls and bodies in a dance of aching need. In his arms, she shed the burden of her responsibilities, her roles as wife and mother slipping away for a blissful, dangerous second. It was a glimpse into a life built on raw desire rather than duty.

As her dream intensified, Vikram whispered words of love into her ear, words that she had never let herself believe could be meant for her. The passion turned into an ocean that engulfed her; waves of pleasure and emotion crashed over her, leaving her gasping for air and yet craving more. The world around them glowed, a perfect cocoon where only they existed, safe from consequences and guilt. She felt, for the first time in so long, truly seen.

But then, the dream twisted. The golden glow darkened, turning to a deep crimson. Sonarika suddenly heard faint sobs and turned to see Hemant stumbling toward her, blood streaming down his face and soaking his clothes. His eyes were wide with shock and heartbreak, and he reached out to her as though he had just crawled out of some unspoken nightmare. The peaceful warmth she had shared with Vikram dissolved into a cold terror.

Hemant collapsed at her feet, gasping for breath, his voice shaking as he asked her what he had done wrong. 

"Why, Sona? What was my fault? Where did we lose each other?" 

His words pierced her heart deeper than any blade could. She dropped to her knees beside him, her hands frantically trying to stop the blood that poured from his wounds, her mind screaming for help that would never come. In that moment, her love for Hemant, her loyalty, and her guilt came crashing down on her with unbearable weight.

She pressed her trembling hands against his wounds, begging him not to leave her. But Hemant's strength was fading fast, his eyes losing their light as he looked up at her one last time. With every labored breath he took, Sonarika felt a piece of herself shatter. She cried out his name, her voice raw and desperate, but he only whispered. 

"I loved you and you did this to me?" 

And then he collapsed fully into her arms. She watched in helpless horror as his chest rose and fell one final time before going still.

When Hemant's body vanished from her arms, Sonarika was left kneeling in a pool of her own grief, her heart pounding with a terror that felt all too real. She screamed into the emptiness around her, clutching at the air where he had been, unable to comprehend the magnitude of her betrayal even in this dream world. The meadow that had once held her forbidden joy now looked like a battlefield soaked in blood and sorrow.

She woke with a jolt, drenched in sweat, her hands still shaking as if they had truly held Hemant's lifeless body just moments before. The morning light felt harsh, almost cruel, as it spilled into the room. Her eyes came into focus and she realized she was in the room of the yatch in the upper deck as Vikram was sitting in the chair far ready with some tea. 

"Soni , are you okay?" Vikram asked with concern.

Then Sonarika realized the moments of last night , how she lost her control , how she was tempted in the ambience and how she was becoming victim to his temptation. She remembered passionately kissing him , she remembered stumbling into this room.  In pure shock she looked down and surprisingly she saw her sundress was still intact. The headache in her head was a bit severe as she was having trouble remembering what happened last night.

"What happened last night Vicky?"

Vikram smiled and then brought the tea cup to her.

"Nothing happened Soni. You were drunk too much I guess , after the kiss you passed out in this bed. I slept on that couch over there"

"Nothing happened?"

"Yeah , to be honest I was a little worried because for few minutes I thought you're breathing stopped. But it turns out the drinks overwhelmed you sending you in a slumber"

A great load of relief fell upon Sonarika as she realized she didn't cross the line yesterday. She sipped on the hot tea which gave her some reprieve from the terrible headache. Her mind was still playing that horrific nightmare which started as a dream as her eyes were getting wet.

"Btw , did you have some nightmare Soni? I heard you weeping in your sleep last night"

"Did I?"

"Yeah......and ummm......you were calling his name..."

Sonarika was overwhelmed with emotions when Vikram revealed this. This also made her confused , he said she called his name in her sleep , something she doesn't remember anymore. Then she once again remembered the nightmare that awakened her , seeing Hemant in a pool of blood. Sonarika could not hold back her tears anymore as it started to emit out from her face. Vikram was now worried.

"Soni...wait what happened....why are you crying?"

She couldn't say anything , she was just overwhelmed with emotions. She wept and sobbed as Vikram consoled her. After a few minutes of letting out her pain , she controlled her cries as she spoke.

"I lost myself Vicky....I lost myself last night....and my nightmares punished me for it....this whole thing was a mistake"

"What happened Soni?"

"I saw him die Vicky....I saw my Hemant die in my arms.....and it was my fault....his blood....it was in my hands.....I wrecked him in unimaginable ways because of my choices..."

Vikram didn't have anything to respond to that relevation as Sonarika sobbed multiple times shedding more tears.

"I see it now Vicky....coming to this boat...it was a big mistake...."

"Maybe you're right....this is a tense situation that we should've avoided....especially considering your turmoil"

"I want to go home...."

"We will....the yatch is on the way to the port....it will take some time....though we will have to wait a bit longer here to make sure Tamanna , Sandeep and Disha have left"

"Where is Mouni?"

"In the upper deck , romancing with Sagar , last night when you were unresponsive , I tried to get help , when I went outside I saw Mouni and Sagar doing it in the open near the pool. They were going nuts. This whole situation is messed up"

"Ironic this place is called the Voyage of Love , but I killed my love in my dream. Its overwhelmingly messed up"

"That was just a nightmare Soni , you are awake and well. Very soon you will be home in your safe space. Take rest for the day and forget everything. Think of this whole night as a bad memory"

"Its ironic , a boat sail is one of my favorite preferred romantic outing"

"Maybe you will get to have that in the future Soni , for now , be whelmed that the nightmare is over"

"Thank you Vicky , you've shown more strength than I could"

"I would've faltered too Soni , but you were drunk. And I don't do intimate things with unconscious women. I like my women woken and concentrated on me when it comes to intimacy , and you had neither of it last night."

Her breath quivered as the truth sank in; despite their fraught history and last night’s charged moments, he had respected her vulnerability completely.

Sonarika studied Vikram as he stood by the window, sipping his own tea, the morning sun outlining his silhouette. He seemed so different now—more than the suave, distant client she once knew, more than the reckless lover she had once chosen. She saw a man of quiet integrity and surprising tenderness, a man who could have taken advantage of her but chose to protect her instead. The affection swelling in her chest startled her; it was no longer mere attraction or guilt-driven longing. It felt deeper, warmer, more reverent.

As the yacht rocked gently beneath them, Sonarika realized that something irrevocable had shifted within her. The night’s doubts had given way to a clear, glowing affection—an affection born not of stolen kisses but of unexpected kindness and trust. She felt her heart move toward Vikram in ways she had never anticipated, her feelings evolving from reckless passion to something far more profound. Sitting there in the golden hush of morning, she knew that whatever lines they had crossed before, what mattered now was the man standing in front of her: a man whose goodness had touched her more deeply than any fleeting embrace ever could.

But then the visions of her nightmares comes crashing down on her. With a visual so uncomfortalbe she winces from the flashes of it. And in that moment , there is only desperation in her body. A desperation to move away , to leave this wretched yatch so she can return to her place of calm. Maybe see her husband and make sure he is well and waiting for her. Sonarika sat in that room as her inner conflict continued.

A few hours before , in the early dawn of sunlight , things were intense in Disha and Meghna's room. They woke up together and then one thing led to another and now they were intertwined in the bed scissoring each other. Their nude bodies glistened with sweat, and pussy juices. With her heightened senses Meghna could tell just how turned on Disha was. She loved it. All the things she had dreamed of doing to her for some time, she was finally doing it. She thrusted her hips into her, and then back again, letting their pussies rub against each other. They both began to scream in pleasure. 

"Ohhh! Mmm! MM! MM! MM! MM!" screamed Disha. 

Meghna's pussy began thrusting harder against her, scissoring her wet naked pussy. 

The pleasure built and built slowly, as both women were extremely turned on.

Their dripping cunts keep brushing against each other and Disha thinks she might faint from the pleasure that sends thrilling shakes down her spine. They’ve done this so many times last night, yet this one is special.

“You don’t know what you do to me” 

Meghna says, a growl in the tone of her voice as her moves turn violent in the slightest. 

“The way you move, the way you look at me… It’s not fair.”

“Oh, baby” Disha cries, instantly shushing herself.

“Don’t hold back” 

Meghna presses needy kisses in the curve of her neck, then bites into her shoulder, making Disha groan. 

“Let me hear you. Like last night, huh?” 

She murmurs into her ear, eyes rolling back when she gets just the right amount of pressure on her clit. 

“You were so loud. Probably woke up this entire boat. Let’s do it again.”

Disha doesn’t stop herself from moaning this time, hiding her face in Meghna’s neck, feeling tears well up in her eyes.

“I need you faster” She whispers, hoarse. 

“Harder. More.”

Meghna pushes herself back into the previous position, and it scratches just the right part of Disha’s brain.

“You feel so good.” The first tear springs from her eyes. 

“Don’t stop, please- I’m so close.”

“You want to cum, baby? Make me all wet and soaked?” Meghna grabs her hips and slams them together with hers.

“Yes, yes, please” Disha sobs. 

“Just tell me what to do. I’ll- I’ll do anything. Meghna-”

“Touch yourself for me” 

Meghna says, barely stopping her eyes from rolling back. Her thighs , strong muscles, don’t even falter when she quickens the tempo. She reaches to palm Disha’s cheek and wipes away the salty tear, then licks it off her finger. 

“Touch your tits for me, play with them. Be a good girl.”

Disha watches their cores brush together, dripping wet, swollen and red from the stimulation. Meghna catches her gaze, and they might be in the middle of having sex, yet being caught watching it closely makes her blush, adding to the flushed redness all over her face and cleavage. She pinches her nipples and cries out again; every moan that comes through, she doesn’t stop it until Meghna’s name is all her tongue can remember.
She chants it like a spell, over and over again.

“Yessss” 

Medghna groans, losing the sense of their rhythm and acts on impulse, just following where her body and pleasure lead her. 

“Ahhh...ahhhh....yesss-”

“I’m about to-”

“Cum for me, Disha-”

She does.

She listens like it’s the thing she’s best at in life.

Her voice gets blocked, and instead, a silent scream covers her mouth. Her back arches and toes curl, thighs clasping close as she loses control over her own body. Every part of her trembles, and her nails dig into Meghna’s thighs, listening to the the older woman’s moans matching hers. She thinks she’s blacked out for a moment, because suddenly Meghna’s body covers her from head to toe, pressing soft, comforting kisses to her jawline.

“Are you okay?” Meghna asks, resting on her elbows to take a look at Disha’s sweaty face.

“That’s one of the dumbest questions you’ve ever asked me.”

“Hey!”

Disha giggles, cupping Meghna’s face in her hands. 

“That was great. I’m okay.”

“Okay, good because It was more than great for me” Meghna grins.
 
That was in the early hours of the day , after another steamy shower full of petting , they were now enjoying the view of the sea at the outside leaning into the railings. Meghna eventually excused herself to check on someone as she left Disha who continued enjoying the view of the sea. Meghna walked to the upper deck , she arrived at Sonarika and Vikram's room and was a bit surprised to see Sonarika fully clothed and looking upset while Vikram was sitting away. She immediately could see something was wrong as Sonarika looked depressed , as if she had suffered something.

"What happened?"

There was no answer , Sonarika was still recovering from her terrible nightmare , this yatch was slowly choking her. Vikram was startled by Meghna's arrival , in fear of having their cover blown. And Sonarika wasn't responding the right way so he had to cook up something.

"What happened Sonarika? Are you okay"

Meghna was now concerned , the caring sisterly love in her awakened to see if she was alright. Vikram eventually got up and intervened.

"It was me Meghna , I already apologized to her."

Meghna was confused.

"Apologize? For what?"

Vikram with a sign put up the best act he could. 

"I had a lot of drink Meghna yesterday. And in that situation , I lost myself. I force myself on Sonarika and......she was shaken by the experience"

Sonarika instantly felt an insane amount of fear in her mind as she realized what Vikram was trying to do. But she also realized Vikram has most likely pissed off Meghna. And that was evident as Meghna was fuming with rage and anger. Vikram looked like a deer caught in the headlight, seeing danger in front of him. The anger was something he has never seen in a woman. Meghna leaped towards Vikram but Sonarika stopped her.

"Meghna Stop!"

"Leave me Sonarika....I will teach this BASTARD a lesson!!"

"Its okay Meghna......we made up......he has apologized"

"So what? He should know never to hurt you"

"Its okay.....he was drunk....its okay"

Meghna eventually calmed down , Sonarika felt like averting a very ugly incident. Meghna was still pissed at him.

"Listen to me very well Mr.Vikram , our friendship matters only for her. What I believed I saw in you is a noble partner and a good soulmate for her. Someone who can understand her , acknowledge the person she is. Not someone that binds her into a cage in the name of family. I want her to have true freedom and liberty , which I believe she gets when she is with you. Don't make me loose my trust , because if this happens again , I can promise. No matter how rich you are , or how big your empire is. I will burn you and your entire existence TO THE GROUND!"

Vikram was startled by her rant , he chose to stay silent as Meghan vent out her anger.

"If you need anything just call me Sonarika"

"Of course Meghna , for now lets focus on leaving this yatch. I need to get home and I can only get home once Sandeep ,Tamanna and Disha are already gone"

"Fine I'll go with Disha and let you know when the coast is clear."

Meghna then turned to Vikram.

"And you.....Mr.Vikram...this is your final warning. Treat her with respect , one more wrong move and I will end you!"

Meghna showed her whole rage as she walked away. Sonarika left a sigh as she was the one who was now pissed at Vikram.

"What the hell Vicky. Why did you do that"

"I was trying to cover us , that is the only thing I could come up"

"You nearly got yourself in deep deep trouble. Understand this Vicky , don't ever turn her into your enemy. You don't know Meghna like I do , if she hates someone , she will not rest until the person she hates is destroyed. We need to deal with her carefully"

"I know , I did this so that we can put the first hint of our non compatibility in her mind. We will slowly work on that with which eventually we can break off"

"No Vicky no. We need a better plan"

"Okay"

On the outside portion of the Yatch , Disha was kneeling to the railing looking into the vibrant sea enjoying the sight of the waves crashing into the yatch surface. She could see the Mumbai horizon approaching with the land now visible. The cold breeze of the morning gave her body a tingling sensation as she was standing there wearing denim shorts and tank top she brought for a change of clothes for the next day. That was when Sandeep and Tamanna walked out and was roaming the passage way. Both of them looked dull and seemingly avoiding staring each other. Sandeep soon noticed Disha standing as he approached her. 

"Hey Disha..."

Disha turned to see Sandeep in this boat , completely taking her by surprise.

"Sandeep Sir...."

"I have told you many times , don't call me Sandeep sir , just call me Sandeep or Sandy"

"Sure Sandy"

"You know Rachika?"

"No , my date actually knew her"

"What a co-incidence , me too , this lovely lady here is a good friend to Rachika"

Disha looked at Tamanna who had a dull expression that forced a smile.

"Well , this date of yours , what does he do?"

"Ummm....she works in Mirror News Network"

"Mirror? What's her name?"

"Ummm"

Meghna showed up behind them as she intervened.

"Her name.....is Meghna Mathur"

Meghna came in front of Sandeep and Tamanna and put her arms over Disha's shoulders. Sandeep looked tense as he tried to ease the situation with a nervous laughter.

"Hey Meghna....its been a long time"

Meghna smiled mockingly as well as she responded.

"Indeed Sandeep , too long. Because last I remember you were getting your ass kicked by my best friend Sonarika for assaulting her husband"

Sandeep looked like he was being aimed at from all the angles. But Meghna noticed Tamanna's expression changing from dull to astonishment. And then she turned to Sandeep.

"Is she talking about Hemant?"

Meghna remembered Sonarika telling her how Tamanna was Hemant's college friend. She knew from her look , she was pissed , so she decided to spill some more oil on the fire.

"Yes Tamanna , he assaulted your college friend Hemant. In response Sonarika gave him an ass kicking"

Tamanna's anger was more visible now as Sandeep looked struggling to find the right words to say. 

"You hurt Hemant?"

Despite her question , Sandeep had no answer. Tamanna in a fit of rage walked away , Sandeep followed her trying to say something as Meghna grinned watching them go away.

"I am getting more and more convinced that Hemant is definitely gay , which would explain how all these beautiful women feel comfortable around him"

"What makes you think that?" Disha questioned Meghna's thought process.

"Because that is the only explanation for all these smart and gorgeous women to spend time with a fat slobber like him"

Disha was more confused , then she curiously asked.

"When was the last time you've actually seen Hemant?"

"Ummm , surprisingly I think its about a year now , last I met was in that function for Sonarika's interview success party in the city"

"Well that explains it"

"That was almost a year ago Meghna , a lot has changed with Boss in this time period"

"Yeah right"

"I mean , him quitting his job and running a business of his own isn't clear enough that a long time has passed?"

"Sure , but still he might be the same fat dobber now"

"Oh he is not , infact I can vouch for that"

"Really?"

"Yeah  , I mean he got into shape in his final days in Quadron. Priyanka Mam said it in an ironic way stating that Boss arrived in Quadron in peak fitness and left in peak fitness"

"Hemant and peak fitness?"

"Seriously Meghna , maybe open your eyes and see him next time. I saw him just two days ago visiting Quadron. He also invited me and Priyanka Mam for Sonarika Mam and Karan's birthday party next week"

"Fine , can you describe how he looked?"

"Well , his fashion statements have got an uplift. He arrived there in rough brown jeans with a dark blue silk shirt tucked in. His hair has grown quiet well , almost going beyond his shoulders in the back. His shirt was folded till his joint , I could even smell the vibrant spray fragrance from him , it was most likely Park Avenue"

"Goodness Disha , you sound like a freak!"

"Well who wouldn't be , especially for Boss"

"What's with the boss call for him"

"Oh , I spent years calling him boss to the point it has imprinted in me. Very rarely I call him Hemant sir"

"Seriously , why are you so enamored by him"

"I mean how can I not be. You know , for a typical woman , no matter where you go , who you meet , men will always oogle you if you looked good. Some even pass comments , some might even try to flirt. Hemant sir , he never , for once did that. He always treated me with respect and also respected our boundaries. Many spread rude remarks about him  , calling him langoor because he has me as an assistant and Sonarika mam as a wife. But Hemant sir was built different , he used to come to office taking the commuter rail despite earning big bucks as a Project Manager , he was always patient and kind. Sandeep sir has harassed him for years , and yet not even once has he raised his hands or protested against him. In his own problems , he always suffered , but he didn't hesitate when others were in trouble providing them with good solutions."

Meghna was getting a little irritated hearing Hemant's praises but she listened one seeing the smile in Disha and analyzing this new information.

"In my early days of Quadron , I recieved tones of love letters and flirtings from the male colleagues. It was Hemant sir who protected me , some even tried making up bad stories about us. But Boss handled it like a G. Not once in our worklife has he looked at me in any demeaning way or any flirting for that regard. He has said well wishes and applauded my beauty but maintained his boundaries. In every way , a rare man to find in these times"

"Is that why you find him attractive?"

"Well , at first , I liked his behavior , that was the most attractive part about him at first. But then I learned how Hemant sir when he joined Quadron was a hearthrob , even Priyanka Mam was tempted towards him. But Boss was going through a tough phase I heard and Priyanka Mam ended up sleeping with Sandeep sir just to insult Boss. They had a sour work relationship that healed in years. I had to see some of the old pics to make it believable for me. Then his transformation happened , he kept it hidden from us wearing loose full covered shirts for months. And then one day when he showed up revealing his change , I was astounded. He was a totally different person now , his good nature and behavior remained , and now the physical aspects made him a complete package. I will admit , I am quiet smitten by him"

Meghna noticed the change in expressions in her face , those strange glows in her skin as she talks of him. This added a lot of mystery in her own mind. Meghna decided to test it.

"Suppose tomorrow I say you will have to break all connection and relations with your so called 'boss' inorder for our relation to grow. Would you do it?"

Disha's sudden change in expression , showing the sadness and turmoil in her thoughts gave her some unsaid details regarding her stance towards Hemant. Disha soon responded.

"That is a hard place for me. Although I will question you for a thought like that , to abandon a nice guy like boss. To me it looks like pettiness"

Meghna felt judged by Disha. She decided not to discuss anything further regarding them and thus talked about their moments together. Soon their chemistry started to take effect as both spend time with each other. Disha stood close, her fingers brushing against Meghna’s wrist in a soft, teasing dance. They shared quiet laughter, the kind that only two people with an unspoken bond would understand. The world felt suspended around them — no newsroom deadlines, no corporate meetings, just the slow rhythm of the waves and the heat of each other’s nearness. Meghna watched Disha with a new tenderness, drawn to her fierce independence and that gentle vulnerability hidden beneath her confident exterior.


As the yacht carved a silvery trail across the Arabian Sea, Disha traced circles on Meghna’s palm, learning the map of her touch. Meghna’s heart fluttered at the innocent yet intimate gesture, her mind replaying flashes of the night they had just shared — how Disha’s lips had explored her, how they had moved together like two notes in a love song. In this delicate morning light, Disha looked even more radiant, her laughter echoing over the water. Meghna felt a protective surge within her, as though she wanted to keep this version of Disha — raw, open, and utterly hers — safe from a world that often demanded masks. When Disha pressed her forehead against Meghna’s, both of them closed their eyes and breathed each other in, feeling as though they had known each other across lifetimes.



They sat side by side on a cushioned bench, their bare feet grazing each other. The salty wind tangled their hair together, and Disha absently tucked a lock behind Meghna’s ear, her fingers lingering longer than necessary. Meghna felt her pulse quicken at that touch, a soft ache blooming in her chest. They spoke in murmurs, sharing secret dreams and half-formed fears, their words weaving a private cocoon no one else could enter. Every smile, every accidental graze of fingers seemed electric, deepening the fragile, shimmering thread tying them together. As the coastline approached, the city’s chaos looming closer, Meghna realized she was not just a dream , she is a wind that will keep breezing over her giving her only good vibes.

                                                                                                                                                  (CHAPTER TO BE CONTD)