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(CHAPTER CONTD)
A week later, Hemant was in his work station, cleaning and replenishing his sword. He had cleaned the bloodstains from it on that night of the attack. But today he planned to do something more , he had called in Kamya and Vaibhav to his HQ to reveal his mission.
They arrived at his office room as Hemant greated them wearing a black suit. Raquel was present there as well. As they walked in and sat Hemant started.
"Job well done on the installations of those devices , I had my doubts but I must say , remarkable job keeping the cover and completing the task"
"We appreciate it. Also you didn't held back with our payments"
"Like I said , I am a man of my word , which is why I brought you here"
Both Vaibhav and Kamya sat in anticipation. Hemant then handed over few papers to them as they looked at it confused.
"What is this?"
"Your job letters"
"Job Letters?"
"Yes, from now on, both of you are now Software Development Engineers for YOD Industries. Your official job designation is to design and implement software upgrades and updates to our Company's products and Primary Contributors to the Company's Digital Materials built here like Drones , Chips etc. Plus to maintain a digital data for the sales and purchases of all the nuts , bolts , partitions , materials we make in this factory. That will be your cover"
Both of them listened to him curiously as Hemant stood up.
"Follow me"
Hemant led Kamya and Vaibhav from his office room through the walkway to a steel staircase to the west section of the industry. There a massive section has been setup. Vaibhav and Kamya are stunned to see latest computer hardwares placed in the middle and sections of data drives placed in corner portion of that section. It was a giant tech room with latest computer sets and a big black screen in front covering the wall.
"This will be your office space and both of you will be provided with a Laniard. Only you two and myself will have access to this Tech Room. For the dedicated staff and other workers , this is the Digital Framework Operations room (DFO) and also where we store our digital blueprints for our project. But your job will be this"
Hemant booted up one computer and when he did that and opened up something. The big screen in that room lit up. Showing a live feed of a camera from a rooftop pointing at a massive structure.
"This is the famous Kohinoor Cultural and Recreational Center. One of the biggest magnum opus infrastructure built by the Regal Corp. Started functioning since 2012 this place has become a massive landmark location of this city. One of the biggest meuseum , art gallery , and all the more a hub of priceless antiques not just of this country , but of the whole world"
All the others observed it , analyzed this new place. But Kamya was confused. She expressed her confusion.
"But what is so special about this place. Why is this place so important to see Sir?"
Hemant smiled as he turned to Kamya.
"Because this is where your dream is Kamya. This is where your dream is Vaibhav. This is where your flower shop is , this is where your computer shop is. Right there in that massive structure , your dreams are locked away. You just have to unlock it"
"Is our mission a bunch of old antique pieces?"
Hemant giggled a little and then looked at both of them.
"Both of you are missing the point. This place is called the Kohinoor. Yes , the very diamond snatched from this country. Here , there is another Kohinoor. Something so precious and priceless , that it can turn us into royalty"
"So somewhere in that building , a priceless diamond is placed. And you are planning to steal it?"
"Precisely , you see this Diamond is someone else's Kohinoor , and returning it to its place will reset the world and in return give us untapped amount of wealth to live in life. So this is an act of kindness. We are going to restore the world.......by stealing"
Kamya nodded.
"So from today , Operation Jewel Thief Begins!"
Vaibhav chuckled at the name sujjestion as Hemant continued.
"The first job is finding it , which is where your secondary phase begins. The devices you planted , they are multipurpose routers means it can bug and hack into any device within its 5 meter radius. I want you to dwelve into this center , hack every cell contact , electrical units , whatever machines that run in smart technology and create a complete list of all the things that happen in that building. The building is not just a meuseum , there are different small businesses running in the corners and basements facing the streets. In short , I want to see how this building lives and breathes."
"But why all this fus sir?"
"Isn't it obvious? Its not an easy task that's why. The place is located near a Metro Station. Plus the Byculla Local Station is nearby. Since the building is located in a covergence of two heavy traffic roads , there is two Law Enforcement Traffic Posts nearby monitoring both these roads. On paper , its downright impossible to steal something from a place that has thousand eyes on it"
"Then why are we doing it sir?"
"Not all jobs can be easy Kamya. But with precise planning and a great setup , we can pull off a Heist that has never happened in the world before."
Kamya looked at Vaibhav , both acknowledging the scope and planning of this operation. The secrecy from Hemant was not an oversight but a calculated move — curiosity is a stronger leash than obligation. Hemant’s right hand man, Raquel, stood silently at his side, an immovable statue of loyalty. The recruits were provided a cover: they were to work as employees at YOD Industry, their roles seemingly ordinary on paper, yet intricately woven into the upcoming operation.
In this first assembly, Hemant did not deliver a detailed blueprint of the heist. Instead, he planted a seed — a promise of a future so luminous that no moral compass could resist veering off course. As they left the room, the recruits carried not just instructions but the raw flame of a dream.
The following week marked the beginning of meticulous surveillance. Hemant gathered his recruits again, at that same DFO section, now soundproofed control room hidden within YOD Industry’s lower levels. The giant screen controlled by the computers streaming real-time footage from various points across Mumbai. Central among these views stood the majestic Kohinoor Cultural Center in Byculla, its intricate architecture and rich legacy of art and heritage on display.
Hemant pointed at the largest screen.
"This" he said.
"This is where your true skills come alive."
He explained how to use the seven discreet surveillance devices throughout Mumbai, each one strategically angled to observe every possible entrance, alleyway, and vantage point surrounding the cultural center. These devices — seemingly harmless security units — acted as both eyes and ears, feeding an endless stream of data back to their servers.
"Kamya" Hemant continued, his voice sharp and precise.
"I need you to analyze the foot traffic patterns. Find me the daily rhythms: who comes in early, who lingers after closing hours, which guards are lazy, and which cameras overlap or blind spot each other."
Kamya nodded, her mind already stitching together complex algorithms and facial recognition patterns.
"Vaibhav" he turned next
"You will crack their network systems. Map out their internal security, identify vulnerabilities, and create false maintenance logs or override alarms as needed. We must know the cultural center’s pulse better than its own heartbeat."
Vaibhav’s fingers twitched with excitement, the adrenaline of a challenge coursing through him.
Raquel stood nearby, occasionally handing over confidential personnel files or building schematics. His presence was both comforting and intimidating, reminding the recruits that the stakes were far higher than a mere corporate espionage stunt.
The recruits continueed their cover jobs — drafting digital reports, attending client calls — to maintain appearances. However, they also became silent watchers, dissecting every nuance of the cultural center’s operations. Hemant’s strategy was simple yet brilliant: surveillance was not about watching alone; it was about understanding behavior so deeply that one could predict, and eventually control, every move inside those halls.
With each passing day, the Kohinoor Cultural Center transformed in their minds from a prestigious building into a living entity, a puzzle to be solved and a fortress to be breached.
To Kamya and Vaibhav, it didn’t matter anymore. Their curiosity had transformed into a feverish loyalty; the mystery was more intoxicating than any concrete detail.
Raquel stood vigilant, a silent guardian ready to erase any trace of doubt or hesitation. He was the final line of assurance, the one who would ensure their escape and provide plausible deniability if things went south.
Hemant kept the process of reminding them of the dual reality they now lived: for others, they were model employees, fueling the growth of YOD Industry. For him, they were architects of an audacious heist, the city’s greatest cultural treasure hanging in the balance.
As they dispersed, each step carried the weight of anticipation. The dream was no longer an abstraction; it was a tangible future hidden behind the ornate doors of the Kohinoor Cultural Center. And though the final act of this grand play was yet to unfold, Hemant knew he had already secured their hearts and minds — the true treasure before the heist even began.
SOMEWHERE EAST OF MUMBAI
The smell of burnt metal and diesel hung heavy in the air at Darukhana Port as Hemant and Raquel stepped out of the former's Thar SUV. The massive workshop before them looked more like a scrapyard warzone than a place of business—rusted car frames, engine parts strewn everywhere, and workers hammering away under flickering tube lights. Inside, Manav Chauhan, the infamous mechanic of Chor Bazaar, was yelling at a boy for misplacing a carburetor. Raquel glanced around, smirking at the chaotic brilliance of the place. Hemant adjusted his crisp linen shirt, brushing off invisible dust as they walked toward Manav’s small office nestled behind a pile of stacked fenders.
"I'm here looking for Manav Chauhan"
Hemant announced, his voice echoing in the greasy chamber. Manav looked up, a thin grin forming under his stubble.
"I thought only cops come this formally dressed" Manav snorted, flicking ash off his cigarette.
"Good thing I am not a cop then. I hear you're a very resourceful wheelman in this city"
"If it has wheels and it needs to run on the ground , you can find it here"
"Then I am at the right place then. Lets talk business" Hemant said sharply.
"We need two big trucks. Custom. Silent engines, reinforced chassis, run-flat tires, and enough hidden compartments to smuggle a damn battalion if needed."
Manav raised an eyebrow.
"Oho, bhai, you planning to steal the Mumbai Stock Exchange or what?"
Raquel chuckled dryly but quickly fell silent at Hemant's glare.
"What I do with it or what I steal , is none of your consent. I just need to know whether can you do it?"
Manav looked at Hemant curiously and then responded.
"Sirji , I have quiet the talent. But I don't know you. I cannot design the vehicle you want unless I know what you want the vehicle to do"
Manav leaned back in his broken chair, fingers drumming on the armrest.
"And what makes you think I'll risk my workshop for this? Chor Bazaar has eyes everywhere"
He said lazily. Hemant stepped closer, placing a thick envelope of cash on Manav’s cluttered desk.
"Because I’m paying you double your usual rate. And this conversation never leaves this room. You talk, you vanish"
Hemant warned, his voice chillingly calm. Raquel crossed his arms, scanning the mechanics nearby who were trying to eavesdrop.
"You think you're the first to threaten me in my own den?" Manav laughed loudly.
"You're dumber than you look."
Hemant's eyes glinted as he leaned in, his tone suddenly intimate and almost fatherly.
"Manav Chauhan, born in Sewri. First gig at age sixteen, boosting a Scorpio near CST. By twenty, you were slicing up imported vehicles from the hotel chains in Worli for spare parts. Now you’re the undisputed king of vehicle chop-shops in Chor Bazaar. Every custom piece of junk in this city’s underworld has your fingerprints. Even though you built four wheelers , you work more on bikes because one its your favorite type of ride and two its less time consuming to build. Every sunday , you like to eat chicken shawarma from Ratan's shop at Nagpada Circle. You visit Kamathipura every month on the 14th to meet with your favorite girl Rimjhim thanks to the kindness of her owner and brothel head Rani Maaya. Two months ago , you bought yourself a desi pistol because in your last business deal, you created a fuss with the Pathan Gang. You also changed your place of stay in Mustafa Bazar since the Pathan's know that place. You know live in a wonderful one room setup in Mazgaon just past the Dargah , making it easy for you to lay low and run shop while stay protective under the Dilawar gang"
Manav’s smirk faded, replaced by a tight, wary expression. Hemant tapped the table softly.
"I am not here to play some stupid game of chance Manav. If I can know all of this about you , you can rest assure its not just the info I can acquire. Complete this job for me and you will be paid well, quiet well. But don't even think about double cross. You’re a genius, but even geniuses can disappear."
Silence enveloped the room. Manav swallowed, eyes darting to Raquel’s cold stare, then back to Hemant, who now deliberately shifted his shirt to reveal a Smith & Wesson revolver tucked into his waistband.
Hemant continued, voice low and deadly
"I don’t need to threaten you in your workshop. I’m just reminding you what happens to people who try to double cross me. You help me, you will be paid well. You cross me, you won’t even have a grave."
Manav exhaled, finally nodding.
"Fine. You’ll get your trucks. Silent as the night and strong as your threats."
As Hemant and Raquel turned to leave, a hush fell across the workshop. The welders and grinders paused, eyes glued to the men who had just reduced their boss to silence. The two men walked out slowly, each step echoing like a drumbeat of finality. As they approached the Thar SUV, workers and local goons instinctively moved aside, sensing an invisible line they dared not cross. Hemant glanced once over his shoulder at the still-staring Manav before pulling open the door. In moments, they roared out of Darukhana Port, leaving behind the tense silence and the smell of fear drifting with the diesel smoke.
The social life of Hemant hit an all time high , with each successful contract, Hemant found himself increasingly invited into Mumbai’s elite circles, rubbing shoulders with influential business tycoons and celebrities. Sonarika expressed her interests in going to elite parties with him but Hemant denied her , claiming this is just an early stage development. He promised he will take her to these events once his footing among the city's elites is solidified. Plus Hemant understood the dark truth hiding behind these expensive alcohols and extravagant parties. He didn't want Sonarika to fall victim to the fame and loose herself in the glitter and glamour of these nights. Plus he was more than happy she made a name for herself with heading her TANISHQ office and becoming a somewhat known figure in the city since her news interview.
And it was in these parties where Hemant started to meet Ananya Pandey , the bollywood actress in these circles. And just like Ananya promised in their first meet , she started to take him to special events among her friend circles. Ananya, known for her charm and vivacious spirit, found herself instantly drawn to Hemant’s sharp intellect and warm, approachable demeanor. Unlike most people she encountered in her glamorous world, Hemant was grounded and genuinely interested in more than just appearances.
Their conversations , though initially focused on Ananya's world of entertainment and glamour , sharing casual jokes about camera angles and awkward poses, soon evolved into a spirited debate on innovation in India and the role of technology in national defense. Ananya realized she had found in Hemant someone refreshingly different from the film industry crowd.
As the weeks went by, Ananya and Hemant found themselves naturally gravitating toward each other. They began meeting over casual brunches at sea-facing cafés in Bandra, attending art exhibitions, or joining some of her friends at private dinners hosted by Mumbai’s high society. Ananya admired Hemant’s unwavering optimism and the way he spoke passionately about his vision for YOD Industries.
Meanwhile, Hemant found Ananya’s authenticity and playful energy a comforting escape from his otherwise strategic and high-pressure world. During these encounters, they exchanged stories of their respective fields—Ananya sharing behind-the-scenes film anecdotes, while Hemant described his experiences working with defense engineers and military officials.
Their bond deepened through shared experiences and quiet support for each other’s endeavors. Ananya began to confide in Hemant about her struggles to break free from typecast roles and her dream of doing meaningful cinema. Hemant, in turn, shared his fears of failure and the constant pressure to deliver innovations that could impact national security. Each interaction built layers of trust and understanding, transforming their initial spark of friendship into an unspoken alliance of two ambitious yet vulnerable souls.
Before long, Mumbai’s elite circles started to whisper about the surprising yet inspiring friendship blossoming between the promising industrialist and the beloved Bollywood star—a connection built not on convenience or fame, but on genuine respect and heartfelt camaraderie.
As she promised , she did call for a special date , but it wasn't some night party but rather a game of Tennis. Ananya said Pranitha revealed Hemant's knack for tennis and she has been practising lately for a new sports movie regarding tennis. And in this way , they formed a friendly bonding under Pranitha's absence. Plus Hemant being married helped with the chaos of media as they won't initiate the "dating" rumors with him.
For now they had met a couple of times over tennis and clubhouse hangouts. But tonight was different , tonight was another Manish Malhotra bash party , Hemant intended to be there as it was at that party his life changing events began. Plus another important aspect is that he isn't going as another date , he is going as an invited guest , signifying his growth from a nobody way back in that party to a notable personality in the city after a year.
As usual , he set an appointment with the makeup man Roxy but then Ananya insisted to go together for that so Hemant went to her duplex flat. Roxy this time gave Hemant a black blazer jacket with golden checklines on it followed by a full on black smooth textured silky pants. And contrary to last time with a cream color shirt , this time Hemant was given a vibrant golden color shirt underneath. And Ananya on the contrary wore a bright silver color party dress matching Hemant's clothes color intensity. They both were escorted in a hired deluxe vehicle to the venue.
Hemant stepped out of this deluxe car in the venue, adjusting his blazer as the night breeze kissed his face. The glittering skyline of Mumbai sparkled behind him, but tonight, all eyes were on Manish Malhotra’s penthouse towering above. Last year, Hemant had entered this party as an accidental common man coming as a date for his friend Pranitha , dreaming of a bigger life. Tonight, he arrived as the head of YOD Industries, a man whose name carried weight. By his side, the stunning Ananya Pandey walked gracefully in a shimmering silver dress, her hand slipping around his muscular arm. As they ascended the grand staircase, Ananya whispered with a teasing smile.
“Feeling like a superstar already, Mr. Industrialist Hunk?”
Hemant chuckled.
“Tonight, I think I finally am.” He admitted.
The moment they entered, the party lit up with whispers and eager eyes. Hemant’s charm was magnetic. A chiselled jaw, thick hair slicked back, and that blazer revealing just enough of his sculpted chest to turn heads. Business contacts and celebrities alike surrounded him, exchanging quick greetings and giggles. Ananya, though used to the spotlight herself, couldn’t help but feel pride and a tiny flame of possessiveness for the man beside her. As she raised her glass to toast him, she murmured softly.
“You’re stealing my thunder tonight, Hemant.”
He smirked.
“Maybe we can share it.”
And that is the part she liked about Hemant. He didn't have that elite ego many in this field usually has. Plus it was a delight for her to watch him find a healthy drink in a place where alcohol and wines were getting passed in abundance. Eventually , Ananya and Hemant were split as she was led by her friend group leaving Hemant isolated. Hemant regardless enjoyed his time because he was here as a self identified man. This was his first time being in the elite circle being recognized. And its been a long time since he felt it this way. He stayed enjoying his new stature and enjoying the ambience of the party.
In the midst of the glittering crowd, Hemant’s gaze was drawn to the dance floor where the well known actress Janhvi Kapoor swayed elegantly in a midnight blue dress. But something caught his eye , the zipper on her back slowly lowering, threatening to reveal more than intended. Without a second thought, Hemant excused himself and approached her, gently tapping her shoulder. Surprised, Janhvi turned and found herself looking into his intense, reassuring eyes.
“May I have this dance?” Hemant asked with a half-smile. She laughed lightly.
“I’d be honored.”
As they danced close, Hemant leaned toward her ear, his voice low and careful.
“Your dress… the zip at the back is slipping. I can help fix it if you’re comfortable.”
Janhvi blushed, her hand instinctively reaching behind her.
"Are you hired by Manish to protect women in this party? the rumored 'chivalry specialist' from last year who helped another actress"
Hemant nodded modestly.
“Just trying to save your night quietly.”
She gazed at him, heart skipping a beat. Until tonight, Hemant had only been a name and a few pictures to her. But up close, his warmth and confidence pulled her in unexpectedly.
From across the room, Ananya watched, her eyes narrowing slightly. As she saw Janhvi’s soft smile and the closeness of their dance, a pang of jealousy surged within her. She quickly excused herself from her group, striding toward Hemant with determined grace. When she reached him, she gently tapped his arm.
“Stealing another actress now?” she teased, masking her insecurity with a playful tone.
"Nope , just being the Chivalry Specialist for the night" Hemant confessed.
Hemant grinned, stepping aside to let Janhvi retreat with a grin. Ananya slipped her arm around him tightly.
“Come, you’re mine tonight.” She declared, pulling him back to her circle of friends.
As the music thumped and the night grew wilder, Ananya made sure Hemant stayed close. She introduced him to her close friends and co-stars, showering him with affectionate glances and inside jokes. Hemant played along, laughing and engaging warmly. Yet, he could feel Janhvi’s gaze from afar, shy, curious, and undeniably drawn to him. Every time their eyes met, she would quickly look away, her cheeks coloring. Hemant smiled inwardly; he never expected to stir such interest so effortlessly.
Eventually, Hemant found himself face-to-face with Manish Malhotra, who was basking in compliments for his decor and arrangements.
“Hemant!” Manish exclaimed, pulling him into a friendly hug.
“I must say, you’ve become the talk of the town.!”
"I guess fortune favors the brave."
"Have you done any modelling?"
"Not in my lifetime"
"Well , I have this new gig coming for a wedding magazine showing my latest designs , and I've been thinking , you would make an excellend model for it. Would you like to be my muse for this gig?"
Hemant laughed politely, raising his hand in gentle refusal.
“Manish, thank you, but I have zero knowledge on modelling or any such thing.”
"Come on its easy. Plus it will boost your name among the elite circle. And I can give you a good amount of exposure to your identity and your industry"
"Are you sure?"
Manish, undeterred, leaned in conspiratorially.
"Its nothing provocative Hemant , you will be dressed up in my latest shervani designs and textures. It will be for a wedding magazine , plus you won't be the main attraction in it. The lead is Mrunal Thakur , and her female attire is the front page cover , your involvement will be in the pages underneath it , just a few shots."
"Oh , then it that case. I am in. Just handle me with baby steps okay?"
"Sure , I'll do Mr.Handsome Hunk"
Soon Ananya walked in noticing the two of them talking.
"What are you guys on about"
"Oh I was just convincing this gentleman to be my muse for my next shoot campaign"
"And? Please tell me he agreed?"
"Oh he definitely did" Hemant nodded on Manish's words.
"YAY!" Ananya cheered and smiled as they led them both to her friends and social group.
“We’re celebrating this properly tonight” she exclaimed, pulling them towards the center.
Janhvi, unable to resist the happy energy, joined them along with other guests. The air shimmered with excitement and laughter. Hemant lifted his glass of diet coke high.
“To new journeys and unexpected adventures!” he toasted.
The women around him giggled, their admiration for him deepening, touched by his grounded spirit.
The night rolled on till midnight, music echoing through the shimmering penthouse. Hemant didn’t touch a drop of alcohol, his diet coke never leaving his hand. Yet, his presence was intoxicating enough for everyone around. Ananya stayed glued to him, fiercely protective yet sweetly enamored. Janhvi, while keeping her distance, couldn’t stop stealing glances, her mind replaying their brief dance and his gentle voice. Hemant looked around at the glowing faces, the city lights twinkling below, and felt a deep contentment wash over him. He had arrived , at a new height of fame and luxury that once he had a taste of long back.
After some time , Hemant was standing alone in the dimly lit open space of the penthouse, his glass of coke glinting in the city lights that sprawled beneath him. The distant laughter and music from the other side of the party felt like echoes from a different life. Tonight was supposed to be a celebration , his own moment of triumph as a known face , an identity of his own , no longer just Pranitha’s mysterious date from last year but a man with a name that turned heads. Yet, in that private corner of the sky, he found himself drawn into a different world.
That's when a voice, soft and achingly familiar, called out.
"Mike!"
His heart stuttered. Slowly turning, he saw her standing there as though the years hadn’t dared touch her. She looked just the same , elegant and angelic.
"Ashnoor!"
Hemant whispered, his voice trembling with an emotion he hadn’t felt in so long. She looked just as he remembered: the short light pink dress clinging lovingly to her curves, her thighs peeking out with that same shy boldness that had once driven him mad. He remembered how she had hated her body, always calling herself "too big" for the skinny boys's eyes. But to him, she had been a masterpiece every soft curve, that delicate smooth meaty ass , her well proportionate boobs , her lips the best drug in the world , every inch of that radiant Punjabi skin, every laugh that seemed to chase away the darkness in his soul. That dress had been her acceptance , the one she wore when he took her to Twilight Cove in London, their first date night. It had been their night of promises and shared dreams, the night they had become each other’s entire universe.
She stepped closer now, her smile as gentle as moonlight.
"You came back to me, back in the skies" she said.
Her voice weaving through his heart like an old song.
"I know" Hemant replied, a tear threatening to escape.
"I thought I lost you."
Her smile faltered then, replaced by a tender sadness.
"You did lose me" she murmured.
"But now you’re here, where you belong. I’ll be here with you, always"
The words cut deeper than any blade. He remembered. The truth thundered back into his chest
Ashnoor was gone, taken from him by a cruel twist of fate years ago. Memories of that cursed night echoed in his head, the burnt house, the dead bodies that were once living beings important to his life. All gone , in a night of flames that burned all of him.
His family, his wife Sonarika and his son Karan , his sister in every right Anjali , they were his reality now. The illusion began to shimmer, and before his eyes, Ashnoor dissolved into a cluster of fireflies, drifting upwards, vanishing into the star-freckled night.
As he watched the last flicker disappear, an almost unbearable wave of grief crashed over him. He felt her absence more vividly than ever, like a wound reopening. He struggled to steady his breath, holding on to the railing for support when Ananya’s voice cut through the silence.
"Hemant? Are you okay?"
She asked softly, her concern knitting her brows. He turned, forcing a fragile smile.
"Yeah, I’m fine. Just remembered an old memory... a bit depressing" he confessed.
Ananya stepped forward, her warmth grounding him.
"Now is not the time for depression" she said, her hand finding his arm gently.
"It’s time to embrace your future with us, with me. Tonight is your night."
With a bright, reassuring smile, she pulled him toward the music and laughter. Hemant let himself be led, the weight in his chest slowly dissolving into the night air, as he rejoined the living, carrying the memory of Ashnoor in a quiet, hidden corner of his heart. Her memory now a fuel to a different flame in his mind and heart.
On his drive home , Hemant recieved an unexpected call from Pranitha.
"Hey Pranitha"
"WHAT THE HELL HEMANT!"
"Woah , what happened?"
"You went to Manish's party and was hogging around Ananya?"
"Umm , yeah. She was a good company"
"I am not that stupid Hemant"
"What are you talking about"
"I know you accepted Ananya as your date because you wanna get cozy with her , I guess the essence of fame has started to mend your brain."
"You are jumping to conclusions , I accepted her request because she was available and I could get Roxy's help for my apparel. If you were here I would've preferred you. But you're not here , considering you're busy with your old flame having a wonderful time"
There was no response from Pranitha for a few seconds after which she responded.
"What did you just say? I am with what?"
"Oh come on Pranitha , don't act all innocent with me. Simon told me your history with Rony. You ignored me on purpose in our last meet and was very touchy flirty with him. Its not like you care about me in that regard"
Hemant regretted the moment he said those words. Pranitha didn't respond for a few more longer seconds. Hemant was a bit nervous.
"Pranitha?"
"------------"
"Pranitha are you there? Hello?"
"Goodbye Hemant"
Pranitha ended the call abruptly, Hemant realized in that moment that she is definitely upset. He decided to sort it out with her when they meet next time.
(CHAPTER TO BE CONTD)
They arrived at his office room as Hemant greated them wearing a black suit. Raquel was present there as well. As they walked in and sat Hemant started.
"Job well done on the installations of those devices , I had my doubts but I must say , remarkable job keeping the cover and completing the task"
"We appreciate it. Also you didn't held back with our payments"
"Like I said , I am a man of my word , which is why I brought you here"
Both Vaibhav and Kamya sat in anticipation. Hemant then handed over few papers to them as they looked at it confused.
"What is this?"
"Your job letters"
"Job Letters?"
"Yes, from now on, both of you are now Software Development Engineers for YOD Industries. Your official job designation is to design and implement software upgrades and updates to our Company's products and Primary Contributors to the Company's Digital Materials built here like Drones , Chips etc. Plus to maintain a digital data for the sales and purchases of all the nuts , bolts , partitions , materials we make in this factory. That will be your cover"
Both of them listened to him curiously as Hemant stood up.
"Follow me"
Hemant led Kamya and Vaibhav from his office room through the walkway to a steel staircase to the west section of the industry. There a massive section has been setup. Vaibhav and Kamya are stunned to see latest computer hardwares placed in the middle and sections of data drives placed in corner portion of that section. It was a giant tech room with latest computer sets and a big black screen in front covering the wall.
"This will be your office space and both of you will be provided with a Laniard. Only you two and myself will have access to this Tech Room. For the dedicated staff and other workers , this is the Digital Framework Operations room (DFO) and also where we store our digital blueprints for our project. But your job will be this"
Hemant booted up one computer and when he did that and opened up something. The big screen in that room lit up. Showing a live feed of a camera from a rooftop pointing at a massive structure.
"This is the famous Kohinoor Cultural and Recreational Center. One of the biggest magnum opus infrastructure built by the Regal Corp. Started functioning since 2012 this place has become a massive landmark location of this city. One of the biggest meuseum , art gallery , and all the more a hub of priceless antiques not just of this country , but of the whole world"
All the others observed it , analyzed this new place. But Kamya was confused. She expressed her confusion.
"But what is so special about this place. Why is this place so important to see Sir?"
Hemant smiled as he turned to Kamya.
"Because this is where your dream is Kamya. This is where your dream is Vaibhav. This is where your flower shop is , this is where your computer shop is. Right there in that massive structure , your dreams are locked away. You just have to unlock it"
"Is our mission a bunch of old antique pieces?"
Hemant giggled a little and then looked at both of them.
"Both of you are missing the point. This place is called the Kohinoor. Yes , the very diamond snatched from this country. Here , there is another Kohinoor. Something so precious and priceless , that it can turn us into royalty"
"So somewhere in that building , a priceless diamond is placed. And you are planning to steal it?"
"Precisely , you see this Diamond is someone else's Kohinoor , and returning it to its place will reset the world and in return give us untapped amount of wealth to live in life. So this is an act of kindness. We are going to restore the world.......by stealing"
Kamya nodded.
"So from today , Operation Jewel Thief Begins!"
Vaibhav chuckled at the name sujjestion as Hemant continued.
"The first job is finding it , which is where your secondary phase begins. The devices you planted , they are multipurpose routers means it can bug and hack into any device within its 5 meter radius. I want you to dwelve into this center , hack every cell contact , electrical units , whatever machines that run in smart technology and create a complete list of all the things that happen in that building. The building is not just a meuseum , there are different small businesses running in the corners and basements facing the streets. In short , I want to see how this building lives and breathes."
"But why all this fus sir?"
"Isn't it obvious? Its not an easy task that's why. The place is located near a Metro Station. Plus the Byculla Local Station is nearby. Since the building is located in a covergence of two heavy traffic roads , there is two Law Enforcement Traffic Posts nearby monitoring both these roads. On paper , its downright impossible to steal something from a place that has thousand eyes on it"
"Then why are we doing it sir?"
"Not all jobs can be easy Kamya. But with precise planning and a great setup , we can pull off a Heist that has never happened in the world before."
Kamya looked at Vaibhav , both acknowledging the scope and planning of this operation. The secrecy from Hemant was not an oversight but a calculated move — curiosity is a stronger leash than obligation. Hemant’s right hand man, Raquel, stood silently at his side, an immovable statue of loyalty. The recruits were provided a cover: they were to work as employees at YOD Industry, their roles seemingly ordinary on paper, yet intricately woven into the upcoming operation.
In this first assembly, Hemant did not deliver a detailed blueprint of the heist. Instead, he planted a seed — a promise of a future so luminous that no moral compass could resist veering off course. As they left the room, the recruits carried not just instructions but the raw flame of a dream.
The following week marked the beginning of meticulous surveillance. Hemant gathered his recruits again, at that same DFO section, now soundproofed control room hidden within YOD Industry’s lower levels. The giant screen controlled by the computers streaming real-time footage from various points across Mumbai. Central among these views stood the majestic Kohinoor Cultural Center in Byculla, its intricate architecture and rich legacy of art and heritage on display.
Hemant pointed at the largest screen.
"This" he said.
"This is where your true skills come alive."
He explained how to use the seven discreet surveillance devices throughout Mumbai, each one strategically angled to observe every possible entrance, alleyway, and vantage point surrounding the cultural center. These devices — seemingly harmless security units — acted as both eyes and ears, feeding an endless stream of data back to their servers.
"Kamya" Hemant continued, his voice sharp and precise.
"I need you to analyze the foot traffic patterns. Find me the daily rhythms: who comes in early, who lingers after closing hours, which guards are lazy, and which cameras overlap or blind spot each other."
Kamya nodded, her mind already stitching together complex algorithms and facial recognition patterns.
"Vaibhav" he turned next
"You will crack their network systems. Map out their internal security, identify vulnerabilities, and create false maintenance logs or override alarms as needed. We must know the cultural center’s pulse better than its own heartbeat."
Vaibhav’s fingers twitched with excitement, the adrenaline of a challenge coursing through him.
Raquel stood nearby, occasionally handing over confidential personnel files or building schematics. His presence was both comforting and intimidating, reminding the recruits that the stakes were far higher than a mere corporate espionage stunt.
The recruits continueed their cover jobs — drafting digital reports, attending client calls — to maintain appearances. However, they also became silent watchers, dissecting every nuance of the cultural center’s operations. Hemant’s strategy was simple yet brilliant: surveillance was not about watching alone; it was about understanding behavior so deeply that one could predict, and eventually control, every move inside those halls.
With each passing day, the Kohinoor Cultural Center transformed in their minds from a prestigious building into a living entity, a puzzle to be solved and a fortress to be breached.
To Kamya and Vaibhav, it didn’t matter anymore. Their curiosity had transformed into a feverish loyalty; the mystery was more intoxicating than any concrete detail.
Raquel stood vigilant, a silent guardian ready to erase any trace of doubt or hesitation. He was the final line of assurance, the one who would ensure their escape and provide plausible deniability if things went south.
Hemant kept the process of reminding them of the dual reality they now lived: for others, they were model employees, fueling the growth of YOD Industry. For him, they were architects of an audacious heist, the city’s greatest cultural treasure hanging in the balance.
As they dispersed, each step carried the weight of anticipation. The dream was no longer an abstraction; it was a tangible future hidden behind the ornate doors of the Kohinoor Cultural Center. And though the final act of this grand play was yet to unfold, Hemant knew he had already secured their hearts and minds — the true treasure before the heist even began.
SOMEWHERE EAST OF MUMBAI
The smell of burnt metal and diesel hung heavy in the air at Darukhana Port as Hemant and Raquel stepped out of the former's Thar SUV. The massive workshop before them looked more like a scrapyard warzone than a place of business—rusted car frames, engine parts strewn everywhere, and workers hammering away under flickering tube lights. Inside, Manav Chauhan, the infamous mechanic of Chor Bazaar, was yelling at a boy for misplacing a carburetor. Raquel glanced around, smirking at the chaotic brilliance of the place. Hemant adjusted his crisp linen shirt, brushing off invisible dust as they walked toward Manav’s small office nestled behind a pile of stacked fenders.
"I'm here looking for Manav Chauhan"
Hemant announced, his voice echoing in the greasy chamber. Manav looked up, a thin grin forming under his stubble.
"I thought only cops come this formally dressed" Manav snorted, flicking ash off his cigarette.
"Good thing I am not a cop then. I hear you're a very resourceful wheelman in this city"
"If it has wheels and it needs to run on the ground , you can find it here"
"Then I am at the right place then. Lets talk business" Hemant said sharply.
"We need two big trucks. Custom. Silent engines, reinforced chassis, run-flat tires, and enough hidden compartments to smuggle a damn battalion if needed."
Manav raised an eyebrow.
"Oho, bhai, you planning to steal the Mumbai Stock Exchange or what?"
Raquel chuckled dryly but quickly fell silent at Hemant's glare.
"What I do with it or what I steal , is none of your consent. I just need to know whether can you do it?"
Manav looked at Hemant curiously and then responded.
"Sirji , I have quiet the talent. But I don't know you. I cannot design the vehicle you want unless I know what you want the vehicle to do"
Manav leaned back in his broken chair, fingers drumming on the armrest.
"And what makes you think I'll risk my workshop for this? Chor Bazaar has eyes everywhere"
He said lazily. Hemant stepped closer, placing a thick envelope of cash on Manav’s cluttered desk.
"Because I’m paying you double your usual rate. And this conversation never leaves this room. You talk, you vanish"
Hemant warned, his voice chillingly calm. Raquel crossed his arms, scanning the mechanics nearby who were trying to eavesdrop.
"You think you're the first to threaten me in my own den?" Manav laughed loudly.
"You're dumber than you look."
Hemant's eyes glinted as he leaned in, his tone suddenly intimate and almost fatherly.
"Manav Chauhan, born in Sewri. First gig at age sixteen, boosting a Scorpio near CST. By twenty, you were slicing up imported vehicles from the hotel chains in Worli for spare parts. Now you’re the undisputed king of vehicle chop-shops in Chor Bazaar. Every custom piece of junk in this city’s underworld has your fingerprints. Even though you built four wheelers , you work more on bikes because one its your favorite type of ride and two its less time consuming to build. Every sunday , you like to eat chicken shawarma from Ratan's shop at Nagpada Circle. You visit Kamathipura every month on the 14th to meet with your favorite girl Rimjhim thanks to the kindness of her owner and brothel head Rani Maaya. Two months ago , you bought yourself a desi pistol because in your last business deal, you created a fuss with the Pathan Gang. You also changed your place of stay in Mustafa Bazar since the Pathan's know that place. You know live in a wonderful one room setup in Mazgaon just past the Dargah , making it easy for you to lay low and run shop while stay protective under the Dilawar gang"
Manav’s smirk faded, replaced by a tight, wary expression. Hemant tapped the table softly.
"I am not here to play some stupid game of chance Manav. If I can know all of this about you , you can rest assure its not just the info I can acquire. Complete this job for me and you will be paid well, quiet well. But don't even think about double cross. You’re a genius, but even geniuses can disappear."
Silence enveloped the room. Manav swallowed, eyes darting to Raquel’s cold stare, then back to Hemant, who now deliberately shifted his shirt to reveal a Smith & Wesson revolver tucked into his waistband.
Hemant continued, voice low and deadly
"I don’t need to threaten you in your workshop. I’m just reminding you what happens to people who try to double cross me. You help me, you will be paid well. You cross me, you won’t even have a grave."
Manav exhaled, finally nodding.
"Fine. You’ll get your trucks. Silent as the night and strong as your threats."
As Hemant and Raquel turned to leave, a hush fell across the workshop. The welders and grinders paused, eyes glued to the men who had just reduced their boss to silence. The two men walked out slowly, each step echoing like a drumbeat of finality. As they approached the Thar SUV, workers and local goons instinctively moved aside, sensing an invisible line they dared not cross. Hemant glanced once over his shoulder at the still-staring Manav before pulling open the door. In moments, they roared out of Darukhana Port, leaving behind the tense silence and the smell of fear drifting with the diesel smoke.
The social life of Hemant hit an all time high , with each successful contract, Hemant found himself increasingly invited into Mumbai’s elite circles, rubbing shoulders with influential business tycoons and celebrities. Sonarika expressed her interests in going to elite parties with him but Hemant denied her , claiming this is just an early stage development. He promised he will take her to these events once his footing among the city's elites is solidified. Plus Hemant understood the dark truth hiding behind these expensive alcohols and extravagant parties. He didn't want Sonarika to fall victim to the fame and loose herself in the glitter and glamour of these nights. Plus he was more than happy she made a name for herself with heading her TANISHQ office and becoming a somewhat known figure in the city since her news interview.
And it was in these parties where Hemant started to meet Ananya Pandey , the bollywood actress in these circles. And just like Ananya promised in their first meet , she started to take him to special events among her friend circles. Ananya, known for her charm and vivacious spirit, found herself instantly drawn to Hemant’s sharp intellect and warm, approachable demeanor. Unlike most people she encountered in her glamorous world, Hemant was grounded and genuinely interested in more than just appearances.
Their conversations , though initially focused on Ananya's world of entertainment and glamour , sharing casual jokes about camera angles and awkward poses, soon evolved into a spirited debate on innovation in India and the role of technology in national defense. Ananya realized she had found in Hemant someone refreshingly different from the film industry crowd.
As the weeks went by, Ananya and Hemant found themselves naturally gravitating toward each other. They began meeting over casual brunches at sea-facing cafés in Bandra, attending art exhibitions, or joining some of her friends at private dinners hosted by Mumbai’s high society. Ananya admired Hemant’s unwavering optimism and the way he spoke passionately about his vision for YOD Industries.
Meanwhile, Hemant found Ananya’s authenticity and playful energy a comforting escape from his otherwise strategic and high-pressure world. During these encounters, they exchanged stories of their respective fields—Ananya sharing behind-the-scenes film anecdotes, while Hemant described his experiences working with defense engineers and military officials.
Their bond deepened through shared experiences and quiet support for each other’s endeavors. Ananya began to confide in Hemant about her struggles to break free from typecast roles and her dream of doing meaningful cinema. Hemant, in turn, shared his fears of failure and the constant pressure to deliver innovations that could impact national security. Each interaction built layers of trust and understanding, transforming their initial spark of friendship into an unspoken alliance of two ambitious yet vulnerable souls.
Before long, Mumbai’s elite circles started to whisper about the surprising yet inspiring friendship blossoming between the promising industrialist and the beloved Bollywood star—a connection built not on convenience or fame, but on genuine respect and heartfelt camaraderie.
As she promised , she did call for a special date , but it wasn't some night party but rather a game of Tennis. Ananya said Pranitha revealed Hemant's knack for tennis and she has been practising lately for a new sports movie regarding tennis. And in this way , they formed a friendly bonding under Pranitha's absence. Plus Hemant being married helped with the chaos of media as they won't initiate the "dating" rumors with him.
For now they had met a couple of times over tennis and clubhouse hangouts. But tonight was different , tonight was another Manish Malhotra bash party , Hemant intended to be there as it was at that party his life changing events began. Plus another important aspect is that he isn't going as another date , he is going as an invited guest , signifying his growth from a nobody way back in that party to a notable personality in the city after a year.
As usual , he set an appointment with the makeup man Roxy but then Ananya insisted to go together for that so Hemant went to her duplex flat. Roxy this time gave Hemant a black blazer jacket with golden checklines on it followed by a full on black smooth textured silky pants. And contrary to last time with a cream color shirt , this time Hemant was given a vibrant golden color shirt underneath. And Ananya on the contrary wore a bright silver color party dress matching Hemant's clothes color intensity. They both were escorted in a hired deluxe vehicle to the venue.
Hemant stepped out of this deluxe car in the venue, adjusting his blazer as the night breeze kissed his face. The glittering skyline of Mumbai sparkled behind him, but tonight, all eyes were on Manish Malhotra’s penthouse towering above. Last year, Hemant had entered this party as an accidental common man coming as a date for his friend Pranitha , dreaming of a bigger life. Tonight, he arrived as the head of YOD Industries, a man whose name carried weight. By his side, the stunning Ananya Pandey walked gracefully in a shimmering silver dress, her hand slipping around his muscular arm. As they ascended the grand staircase, Ananya whispered with a teasing smile.
“Feeling like a superstar already, Mr. Industrialist Hunk?”
Hemant chuckled.
“Tonight, I think I finally am.” He admitted.
The moment they entered, the party lit up with whispers and eager eyes. Hemant’s charm was magnetic. A chiselled jaw, thick hair slicked back, and that blazer revealing just enough of his sculpted chest to turn heads. Business contacts and celebrities alike surrounded him, exchanging quick greetings and giggles. Ananya, though used to the spotlight herself, couldn’t help but feel pride and a tiny flame of possessiveness for the man beside her. As she raised her glass to toast him, she murmured softly.
“You’re stealing my thunder tonight, Hemant.”
He smirked.
“Maybe we can share it.”
And that is the part she liked about Hemant. He didn't have that elite ego many in this field usually has. Plus it was a delight for her to watch him find a healthy drink in a place where alcohol and wines were getting passed in abundance. Eventually , Ananya and Hemant were split as she was led by her friend group leaving Hemant isolated. Hemant regardless enjoyed his time because he was here as a self identified man. This was his first time being in the elite circle being recognized. And its been a long time since he felt it this way. He stayed enjoying his new stature and enjoying the ambience of the party.
In the midst of the glittering crowd, Hemant’s gaze was drawn to the dance floor where the well known actress Janhvi Kapoor swayed elegantly in a midnight blue dress. But something caught his eye , the zipper on her back slowly lowering, threatening to reveal more than intended. Without a second thought, Hemant excused himself and approached her, gently tapping her shoulder. Surprised, Janhvi turned and found herself looking into his intense, reassuring eyes.
“May I have this dance?” Hemant asked with a half-smile. She laughed lightly.
“I’d be honored.”
As they danced close, Hemant leaned toward her ear, his voice low and careful.
“Your dress… the zip at the back is slipping. I can help fix it if you’re comfortable.”
Janhvi blushed, her hand instinctively reaching behind her.
"Are you hired by Manish to protect women in this party? the rumored 'chivalry specialist' from last year who helped another actress"
Hemant nodded modestly.
“Just trying to save your night quietly.”
She gazed at him, heart skipping a beat. Until tonight, Hemant had only been a name and a few pictures to her. But up close, his warmth and confidence pulled her in unexpectedly.
From across the room, Ananya watched, her eyes narrowing slightly. As she saw Janhvi’s soft smile and the closeness of their dance, a pang of jealousy surged within her. She quickly excused herself from her group, striding toward Hemant with determined grace. When she reached him, she gently tapped his arm.
“Stealing another actress now?” she teased, masking her insecurity with a playful tone.
"Nope , just being the Chivalry Specialist for the night" Hemant confessed.
Hemant grinned, stepping aside to let Janhvi retreat with a grin. Ananya slipped her arm around him tightly.
“Come, you’re mine tonight.” She declared, pulling him back to her circle of friends.
As the music thumped and the night grew wilder, Ananya made sure Hemant stayed close. She introduced him to her close friends and co-stars, showering him with affectionate glances and inside jokes. Hemant played along, laughing and engaging warmly. Yet, he could feel Janhvi’s gaze from afar, shy, curious, and undeniably drawn to him. Every time their eyes met, she would quickly look away, her cheeks coloring. Hemant smiled inwardly; he never expected to stir such interest so effortlessly.
Eventually, Hemant found himself face-to-face with Manish Malhotra, who was basking in compliments for his decor and arrangements.
“Hemant!” Manish exclaimed, pulling him into a friendly hug.
“I must say, you’ve become the talk of the town.!”
"I guess fortune favors the brave."
"Have you done any modelling?"
"Not in my lifetime"
"Well , I have this new gig coming for a wedding magazine showing my latest designs , and I've been thinking , you would make an excellend model for it. Would you like to be my muse for this gig?"
Hemant laughed politely, raising his hand in gentle refusal.
“Manish, thank you, but I have zero knowledge on modelling or any such thing.”
"Come on its easy. Plus it will boost your name among the elite circle. And I can give you a good amount of exposure to your identity and your industry"
"Are you sure?"
Manish, undeterred, leaned in conspiratorially.
"Its nothing provocative Hemant , you will be dressed up in my latest shervani designs and textures. It will be for a wedding magazine , plus you won't be the main attraction in it. The lead is Mrunal Thakur , and her female attire is the front page cover , your involvement will be in the pages underneath it , just a few shots."
"Oh , then it that case. I am in. Just handle me with baby steps okay?"
"Sure , I'll do Mr.Handsome Hunk"
Soon Ananya walked in noticing the two of them talking.
"What are you guys on about"
"Oh I was just convincing this gentleman to be my muse for my next shoot campaign"
"And? Please tell me he agreed?"
"Oh he definitely did" Hemant nodded on Manish's words.
"YAY!" Ananya cheered and smiled as they led them both to her friends and social group.
“We’re celebrating this properly tonight” she exclaimed, pulling them towards the center.
Janhvi, unable to resist the happy energy, joined them along with other guests. The air shimmered with excitement and laughter. Hemant lifted his glass of diet coke high.
“To new journeys and unexpected adventures!” he toasted.
The women around him giggled, their admiration for him deepening, touched by his grounded spirit.
The night rolled on till midnight, music echoing through the shimmering penthouse. Hemant didn’t touch a drop of alcohol, his diet coke never leaving his hand. Yet, his presence was intoxicating enough for everyone around. Ananya stayed glued to him, fiercely protective yet sweetly enamored. Janhvi, while keeping her distance, couldn’t stop stealing glances, her mind replaying their brief dance and his gentle voice. Hemant looked around at the glowing faces, the city lights twinkling below, and felt a deep contentment wash over him. He had arrived , at a new height of fame and luxury that once he had a taste of long back.
After some time , Hemant was standing alone in the dimly lit open space of the penthouse, his glass of coke glinting in the city lights that sprawled beneath him. The distant laughter and music from the other side of the party felt like echoes from a different life. Tonight was supposed to be a celebration , his own moment of triumph as a known face , an identity of his own , no longer just Pranitha’s mysterious date from last year but a man with a name that turned heads. Yet, in that private corner of the sky, he found himself drawn into a different world.
That's when a voice, soft and achingly familiar, called out.
"Mike!"
His heart stuttered. Slowly turning, he saw her standing there as though the years hadn’t dared touch her. She looked just the same , elegant and angelic.
"Ashnoor!"
Hemant whispered, his voice trembling with an emotion he hadn’t felt in so long. She looked just as he remembered: the short light pink dress clinging lovingly to her curves, her thighs peeking out with that same shy boldness that had once driven him mad. He remembered how she had hated her body, always calling herself "too big" for the skinny boys's eyes. But to him, she had been a masterpiece every soft curve, that delicate smooth meaty ass , her well proportionate boobs , her lips the best drug in the world , every inch of that radiant Punjabi skin, every laugh that seemed to chase away the darkness in his soul. That dress had been her acceptance , the one she wore when he took her to Twilight Cove in London, their first date night. It had been their night of promises and shared dreams, the night they had become each other’s entire universe.
She stepped closer now, her smile as gentle as moonlight.
"You came back to me, back in the skies" she said.
Her voice weaving through his heart like an old song.
"I know" Hemant replied, a tear threatening to escape.
"I thought I lost you."
Her smile faltered then, replaced by a tender sadness.
"You did lose me" she murmured.
"But now you’re here, where you belong. I’ll be here with you, always"
The words cut deeper than any blade. He remembered. The truth thundered back into his chest
Ashnoor was gone, taken from him by a cruel twist of fate years ago. Memories of that cursed night echoed in his head, the burnt house, the dead bodies that were once living beings important to his life. All gone , in a night of flames that burned all of him.
His family, his wife Sonarika and his son Karan , his sister in every right Anjali , they were his reality now. The illusion began to shimmer, and before his eyes, Ashnoor dissolved into a cluster of fireflies, drifting upwards, vanishing into the star-freckled night.
As he watched the last flicker disappear, an almost unbearable wave of grief crashed over him. He felt her absence more vividly than ever, like a wound reopening. He struggled to steady his breath, holding on to the railing for support when Ananya’s voice cut through the silence.
"Hemant? Are you okay?"
She asked softly, her concern knitting her brows. He turned, forcing a fragile smile.
"Yeah, I’m fine. Just remembered an old memory... a bit depressing" he confessed.
Ananya stepped forward, her warmth grounding him.
"Now is not the time for depression" she said, her hand finding his arm gently.
"It’s time to embrace your future with us, with me. Tonight is your night."
With a bright, reassuring smile, she pulled him toward the music and laughter. Hemant let himself be led, the weight in his chest slowly dissolving into the night air, as he rejoined the living, carrying the memory of Ashnoor in a quiet, hidden corner of his heart. Her memory now a fuel to a different flame in his mind and heart.
On his drive home , Hemant recieved an unexpected call from Pranitha.
"Hey Pranitha"
"WHAT THE HELL HEMANT!"
"Woah , what happened?"
"You went to Manish's party and was hogging around Ananya?"
"Umm , yeah. She was a good company"
"I am not that stupid Hemant"
"What are you talking about"
"I know you accepted Ananya as your date because you wanna get cozy with her , I guess the essence of fame has started to mend your brain."
"You are jumping to conclusions , I accepted her request because she was available and I could get Roxy's help for my apparel. If you were here I would've preferred you. But you're not here , considering you're busy with your old flame having a wonderful time"
There was no response from Pranitha for a few seconds after which she responded.
"What did you just say? I am with what?"
"Oh come on Pranitha , don't act all innocent with me. Simon told me your history with Rony. You ignored me on purpose in our last meet and was very touchy flirty with him. Its not like you care about me in that regard"
Hemant regretted the moment he said those words. Pranitha didn't respond for a few more longer seconds. Hemant was a bit nervous.
"Pranitha?"
"------------"
"Pranitha are you there? Hello?"
"Goodbye Hemant"
Pranitha ended the call abruptly, Hemant realized in that moment that she is definitely upset. He decided to sort it out with her when they meet next time.
(CHAPTER TO BE CONTD)
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