12-07-2025, 02:56 PM
(CHAPTER CONTD)
Hemant returned home past midnight, his jacket still carrying the faint scent of expensive cologne and flavor of the soda he drank from Manish Malhotra’s glittering party. As he stepped quietly into the bedroom, he saw Sonarika lying in bed, her back turned, breathing heavy but uneven. He knew she was pretending to sleep. He slipped off his watch, letting the clasp click on the nightstand, and softly asked.
"How was your day, Sona?"
Her silence was sharp, edged with something deeper than mere tiredness. Finally, she turned to face him, eyes glinting in the soft lamp glow.
"How do you think it was?" she shot back.
"I know you're mad. I promise I will make it up to you"
"When , in the next lifetime?" Sonarika questioned back.
"Come on Sona"
"Am I suppose to accept the situation that I cannot go with my husband and meet celebrities and stuff and enjoy the moment"
"Its not like that. Someone has to be here , we cannot leave Karan and Anju alone in home"
"Whatever , there is always an excuse when it comes to our personal times"
The air crackled with tension, each sentence pulling them further apart until finally, Hemant gave up arguing. Without another word, he began unbuttoning his shirt, tossing it aside, shedding his trousers, and disappearing into the bathroom. Moments later, his voice called out, breaking the silence:
"Sona! I forgot the towel!"
Frustrated, Sonarika swung her legs off the bed, grabbed the towel, and stormed toward the bathroom. She flung open the door, ready to scold him, but before she could utter a word, Hemant’s wet arm shot out, grabbing her wrist. She squealed, half-annoyed, half-thrilled, as he dragged her inside, the towel slipping from her hand.
"Hemant, stop! I’m still wearing—"
She protested, giggling breathlessly, pushing at his chest. But his lips crashed onto hers, stealing her words and her resistance. Slowly, her protests softened into eager moans as his fingers slid over the delicate straps of her nightie, sending shivers down her spine.
The thin fabric of her nightie fell in a hushed whisper to the bathroom floor beside the forgotten towel. The hot water rained down on them, their skin sliding together in urgent waves. Sonarika’s frustrations melted into the steam as Hemant’s lips traced her neck and shoulders, his hands memorizing every curve. Each gasp and tremor drew them deeper into each other, the world outside dissolving into nothing but the rhythm of their bodies. Her pussy gripped tightly onto his cock as her arms and legs encircled his body. His hands were holding on to her ass, keeping her up against the wall. Hemant began thrusting into Sonarika, fucking her hard as the water kept them warm. They kissed hard and passionately, their lips never letting go. He squeezed her ass cheeks, feeling the snugness of her pussy. Hemant pushed his dick harder into her, using his legs to give her as much pleasure as he could. She clung to him, nails digging into his back, finally letting go of all the bitterness she had carried.
Sonarika let go of his lips and buried her head into his shoulder. She was moaning and groaning as he continued to run rampant on her inside. Hemant lowered his head and took one of her hard nipples into his mouth. He suckled on it sending shivers through her entire frame. Her legs got even tighter around his waist. Her pussy got tighter and was producing so much more of her wetness. She was close to cumming. He suckled her nipple a bit tight, and that was enough to set Sonarika off. Hemant wasn't far behind. Feeling the spasming of her wall was more than enough to get him to where he needed to be. Hemant tightened his hands on her ass and let go a wave of cum into her. They were both moaning and yelling as they were overwhelmed by their mutual orgasm. After that , with every kiss and every deep, aching movement, she felt her heart unravel and rebuild around him, stronger, more certain.
They stumbled out of the bathroom, dripping and breathless, falling onto the bed in a tangle of limbs and desire. Hemant’s touch was more tender now, their passion stretching into a slow, intoxicating dance that felt endless. Hemant's cock throbbed a bit inside Sonarika's snug pussy, which responded by gripping his cock harder. He took a breath and began to saw his cock back and forth, the feeling electric around his hard pole. He pulled her hips to him as he grinded his cock as deep as he could inside her, Sonarika giving little gasps and coos as his dick slide in and out of her slit. Sonarika arched beneath him, her body and soul opening completely, surrendering to wave after wave of pleasure that left her trembling and gasping her husband's name.
Hemant started to quicken his pace as his cock, glistening with her pussy juice, stretched her pussy lips each time he pulled back out only to see them disappear when he sunk back into her each time. He felt his balls beginning to contract.
"UHHHHHHHH!!" was all Hemant could manage through clenched teeth.
He tried to keep his orgasm as quiet as possible in this hour of the night making sure neither Karan nor Anju wakes up. Hemant grabbed her hips and pushed in as hard as he could, and he felt his cock spasm deep inside her. She responded by gripping his cock with her pussy as she milked the cum he had accumulated shoot deep into her womb. His entire body clenched as he fired hard inside her cunt, emptying his balls inside her. The intensity was so great he thought he was going to pass out as he filled her with his cum. And that made Sonarika go off and before she could make a sound , Hemant sealed her lips with his swallowing her moans and screams into him.
Hemant breathed deep to the night air as his orgasm subsided. He held himself inside her, wanting to make sure he kept his cum plunged inside her for as long as he could. His cock convulsed a couple of times, squirting the last few drops of his semen into her depths. Hemant leaned over her, laying his heaving chest exposed lying on his back taking deep breaths alongside her. Hemant listened to her heart race as he gasped for air.
"I take it back husband , you should go more to these parties"
"Why?"
"Because you will return home all horny and I get to enjoy our best private times!"
Both of them giggled. When at last they lay still, skin pressed to skin, she curled into him, her face buried against his neck. In that silent embrace, every unspoken hurt was soothed, every distance bridged, and she felt utterly loved, cherished beyond words.
Their breathing slowed, the warmth of their bodies mingling beneath the sheets. Sonarika pressed a gentle kiss to Hemant’s chest, her fingers tracing lazy circles along his side. He pulled her closer, their legs intertwined, and she felt his lips brush her forehead.
A quiet promise that tomorrow would be different. Wrapped in each other, they drifted into sleep, hearts beating in perfect sync, the night holding them in a soft, forgiving hush. And for the first time in weeks, Sonarika felt whole, her mind and body sated, her heart cradled safely in the arms of the man she loved.
Despite her decision to move on, Sonarika found herself haunted by Vikram's memory. She tried to focus on her family, and for a while, it worked. Hemant had begun to change in beautiful, surprising ways — he started paying more attention to her needs, making small gestures that reminded her of their early marriage along with something new. She saw a renewed warmth in his eyes, and Karan's laughter often echoed through the halls of their home, anchoring her to her role as a wife and mother. But even as she cherished these moments, the shadow of Vikram lingered in the corners of her mind, a quiet whisper she could not silence.
The night on the yacht reignited everything she had tried to suppress. At Rachika's bachelorette party, the alcohol dulled her inhibitions, and she surrendered fully to the magnetic pull of Vikram. The night turned into a blur of music, stars, and longing. But in a twist that startled her heart, Vikram stopped her before she went too far, choosing to protect her dignity instead of exploiting her vulnerability. When she woke up, she realized he had stayed by her side all night, careful and restrained. In that moment, she saw a new side of Vikram , a man capable of tenderness, of putting her wellbeing above his desires. This realization deepened her affection for him and cracked open something she thought she had locked away forever.
Sonarika now found herself torn between two worlds. On one side was Hemant, who had shown her what steady, gentle love looked like, who shared her life and son. On the other was Vikram, who awakened a passion in her that felt almost spiritual, who saw her in ways she sometimes didn't see herself. Each man filled different parts of her soul — Hemant grounded her, while Vikram set her spirit ablaze. The guilt of wanting them both gnawed at her, threatening to consume her from within. She oscillated between moments of intense love for her husband and secret longing for her forbidden lover.
In her quietest moments, Sonarika began to contemplate the concept of polygamy. She researched, read, and reflected on cultures and philosophies that embraced loving more than one person. She realized that the human heart might not be as linear as society demanded. The rigid notion of monogamy suddenly felt too narrow to contain the vastness of her feelings. Sonarika saw that her love for Hemant did not diminish her love for Vikram; instead, each love existed in a different dimension, complementing and not conflicting. This understanding both terrified and liberated her, allowing her to see herself more fully than she ever had.
ONE DAY IN ANDHERI
Anjali had just stepped out of the crowded Andheri station, clutching her backpack tightly, her mind focused on the endless assignments waiting at her medical institute. But fate had other plans. Out of nowhere, Rafique slithered out from the alleyway like a viper. His eyes scanned her up and down with a vile hunger, a smirk spreading across his lips.
"Anjali, my love" he hissed, stepping forward as if he owned the ground beneath him.
"Come with me…...and you will live like a princess in my world. No one will ever dare touch you, except me."
Anjali froze, her heart thundering. Memories of his past torments flashed in her mind. She pleaded softly, her voice trembling, but Rafique’s sickening gaze only grew bolder.
But then, in that split second of terror, she remembered the taser ring. Anjali also remembered the words Hemant had engraved in her mind.
'This ring works best on the most sensitive spot'
Her fingers curled around the small taser ring, her fear transforming into raw resolve. Rafique took another lecherous step in anticipation. Without a moment’s hesitation, Anjali activated the ring and, with a sudden surge of courage, lunged forward, grabbing Rafique right in his crotch. A burst of electric vengeance screamed through his body. His face twisted in shock and agony as he convulsed, his knees buckling under him. He collapsed on the dusty road, shrieking like a demon dragged into hell.
Without even glancing back, Anjali bolted from the scene, her breath ragged and tears threatening to blur her vision. She darted into an auto, demanding to be taken to the Tanishq office where her sister, Sonarika, worked. Bursting into the posh air-conditioned cabin, she found Sonarika dbangd in a red saree, her bangles tinkling softly as she turned around with a worried gasp. Sonarika’s eyes widened, scanning Anjali from head to toe.
"Anju , what happened?"
"Didi!!"
She pulled her into an embrace, running her fingers through her sister’s hair, whispering calming words. As Anjali trembled, she finally let out the entire ordeal, her words punctuated with sobs and raw fear.
"Its Rafique , he tried to attack me again Didi. I ran from him , he is back to torment me"
The crimson in Sonarika’s saree almost seemed to mirror the fire erupting in her eyes. She stepped back, her jaw clenched, her nostrils flaring like a lioness ready to maul. With deadly calm, she dialed Meghna.
"Meghna , the papers I've asked , is it ready?" she asked.
Sonarika's voice like a blade slicing through the silence. Meghna confirmed, her voice steady. Sonarika simply said.
"Meet me outside the office. Its time we give him an ultimatum."
She turned to Anjali, wiping her tears with surprising gentleness.
"You’re coming with me" she declared, her eyes softening just enough for her sister.
Outside, Meghna rolled up with her car, accompanied by two towering women — bouncers from a city pub, arms folded, eyes burning with loyalty. Sonarika led Anjali into her car, Meghna’s convoy tailing behind. They cut through the busy Mumbai streets like a silent storm, the glasses of the vehicle glinting like daggers in sunlight. As they reached the grimy outskirts of Dilawar’s colony, the air shifted , a cocktail of menace and cheap booze. The colony’s entrance teemed with goons, their glares thick with challenge, but Sonarika didn’t slow down for a heartbeat.
Sonarika stepped out, her red saree flowing like war banners, her anklets chiming like battle drums. The men whistled and sneered, but she strode forward, her chin high, her eyes trained like twin flamethrowers. They soon arrived at the center of the colony where Dilawar's bungalow is. The goons passed lews comments about her , talking about how Dilawar wants to take her to bed. But Sonarika was unbothered , on the contrary it only added more fuel to her inner fire. The goons parted unwillingly, her aura slicing through them. At the lobby of the bungalow was Dilawar, lounging on a broken chair, a gold chain dangling from his thick neck, his oily eyes locking onto her. As he saw her approach, his lips curled into a depraved grin. Sonarika — the woman he had obsessed with was walking straight to him, fury wrapped around her like a second skin.
Without flinching, Sonarika stood inches away from Dilawar. His eyes devoured her curves shamelessly, his fingers twitching as if he could already feel her under his grasp.
"You might've met women that cowar over your presence Dilawar , fall victim to your deranged nature. I but don't fall in that list , I know how stray dogs like you need to be treated"
"I know Sonarika darling. I do prefer you strong like this" Dilawar retorted with a grin.
"You wanted strength then let me strangle your thirst."
Sonarika snapped open the folder Meghna handed her, thrusting the legal papers into his face.
"These are restraining orders. You and your scum brother Rafique can’t come within thirty meters of us again. And if you did , both you brothers will rot in the chasm of a prison for the rest of your lives"
Sonarika hissed. Dilawar acknowledged the legal threat she possessed right now. She tilted her head, her eyes boring into his soul.
"If I see you or your trash of a brother near my sister or me again, I promise the next time your little brother won’t just hurt his balls , it will be cut clean off!! "
As Dilawar seethed, Sonarika glared back at him making him feel the heat of the raging fire of hatred inside her. Meghna and the bouncers stepped forward, forming a wall of intimidation. The nearby goons lunged in a last attempt to assert dominance, but the bouncers moved like a pack of wolves, fists crashing into jaws, knees cracking ribs. The colony echoed with groans and curses as Sonarika turned her back on Dilawar. She pulled Anjali along, her hand strong and unwavering. Before slipping into the car, she threw one last glare at Dilawar, her eyes blazing like molten iron.
"Stay away, or I’ll burn your world into ashes" She snarled.
Dilawar stood frozen, blood pounding in the temple of his head. The woman he craved just humiliated him in front of his entire pack. Rage and lust coiled around his heart like venomous serpents. As the goons who got mauled by the bouncers nursed their wounds and whimpered, one limped up to him.
"Bhai… what will we do?" He stammered.
Dilawar’s lips curled into a sinister smirk, his gaze still fixed on where Sonarika had vanished.
"What else can we do? From now on stay away from her. And check up on Rafique , I need him back here"
"But Bhai , are we seriously going to let her walk away insulting our manhood?"
"Who says we are? She has a wonderful fire in her. She wants to play queen to her kingdom? Fine. Her restraining order only mentions her and that girl. But not her precious loser husband Hemant… and that little bitch of a son of theirs."
A cold, dark glint flickered in Dilawar’s eyes as he leaned back, letting out a low, animalistic chuckle.
"We’ll make her watch as we turn her loser husband and her son's life into a nightmare…make her wimpy husband beg and cowar before my feet. She thinks she can tame me? She has no idea who she’s dealing with."
He licked his lips, imagining her defiant stare turning into desperate screams. In that moment, his desire for Sonarika crystallized into an obsession beyond redemption. He promised to himself to break her spirit, piece by piece, until she would crawl to him, begging for mercy. And this time, he vowed, no court order, no law enforcements, no womanly rage would be able to save her from his twisted grasp.
As days went by , some of the busy days of work engulfed Sonarika. At Tanishq, she had just closed two massive investment deals that promised to redefine the brand’s growth. Her colleagues lauded her, her team admired her dedication, and she felt the surge of satisfaction that came with achievement. Yet , a certain emptiness tugged at her heart , a hollow space only one man seemed to occupy.
Lately , Meghna has shown not much interest in their relation. Sonarika believed its probably because of the yatch incident. For most times , she felt gratitude that Meghna might be turning her attention away either by that or her fondness for Disha. But there was some things deep inside bothering her.
When she returned home after long days at work, the warmth of her family usually melted her worries away. Karan’s mischievous giggles as he ran circles around Anjali, Anjali’s bubbly optimism that lit up every corner of the house, and Hemant’s gentle affection , all of it wrapped her in a comforting cocoon. But lately, even the joyous chaos of home couldn’t drown out the persistent echoes of her past. Memories of Vikram Bajaj drifted into her thoughts at the strangest times: in the boardroom, during dinner, or as she helped Karan with his homework. She remembered his magnetic presence, the way his touch had set her soul alight, and how effortlessly he had read her desires.
Sonarika had convinced herself she had moved past Vikram after she ended their affair to protect her family. She had drawn a clear line, buried her emotions, and doubled down on her responsibilities as a wife and mother. But that night at the bachelorette party had undone her fragile resolve. She had lost control, surrendered to an old hunger, and kissed him with all the passion she thought she had long forgotten. Yet, instead of exploiting her vulnerability, Vikram had cared for her tenderly, guarding her dignity through the night. It was this unexpected kindness that haunted her now more than any reckless kiss or heated embrace.
Since that night, Vikram had vanished into the shadows of his business world, leaving only a cryptic message about urgent matters. His silence gnawed at her mind, each day stretching longer in his absence. She missed the intoxicating blend of danger and intimacy they shared , the stolen glances, the secret laughter, the electric charge that seemed to spark whenever he was near. She tried to focus on her work and family, to remind herself of all she had to lose, but her heart betrayed her. She found herself replaying old memories, staring at some of her Bali photos in her social media remembering what they did after taking that pic , and wondering where he was and if he thought of her too.
As evening settled and the stars blinked to life, Sonarika found herself alone on the balcony, the city lights glimmering below. The cool breeze whispered across her skin, carrying with it memories of Vikram’s hands, his warm breath at her ear. Her breath quickened, her thoughts drifting to the place she swore she wouldn’t visit again. Slowly, she closed her eyes, surrendering to the ache inside her, imagining him beside her, touching her, claiming her. In that quiet moment, beneath the vast sky, Sonarika realized she was no longer just missing Vikram , she was yearning for him, slipping deeper into a longing that threatened to consume her entirely.
(CHAPTER TO BE CONTD)
"How was your day, Sona?"
Her silence was sharp, edged with something deeper than mere tiredness. Finally, she turned to face him, eyes glinting in the soft lamp glow.
"How do you think it was?" she shot back.
"I know you're mad. I promise I will make it up to you"
"When , in the next lifetime?" Sonarika questioned back.
"Come on Sona"
"Am I suppose to accept the situation that I cannot go with my husband and meet celebrities and stuff and enjoy the moment"
"Its not like that. Someone has to be here , we cannot leave Karan and Anju alone in home"
"Whatever , there is always an excuse when it comes to our personal times"
The air crackled with tension, each sentence pulling them further apart until finally, Hemant gave up arguing. Without another word, he began unbuttoning his shirt, tossing it aside, shedding his trousers, and disappearing into the bathroom. Moments later, his voice called out, breaking the silence:
"Sona! I forgot the towel!"
Frustrated, Sonarika swung her legs off the bed, grabbed the towel, and stormed toward the bathroom. She flung open the door, ready to scold him, but before she could utter a word, Hemant’s wet arm shot out, grabbing her wrist. She squealed, half-annoyed, half-thrilled, as he dragged her inside, the towel slipping from her hand.
"Hemant, stop! I’m still wearing—"
She protested, giggling breathlessly, pushing at his chest. But his lips crashed onto hers, stealing her words and her resistance. Slowly, her protests softened into eager moans as his fingers slid over the delicate straps of her nightie, sending shivers down her spine.
The thin fabric of her nightie fell in a hushed whisper to the bathroom floor beside the forgotten towel. The hot water rained down on them, their skin sliding together in urgent waves. Sonarika’s frustrations melted into the steam as Hemant’s lips traced her neck and shoulders, his hands memorizing every curve. Each gasp and tremor drew them deeper into each other, the world outside dissolving into nothing but the rhythm of their bodies. Her pussy gripped tightly onto his cock as her arms and legs encircled his body. His hands were holding on to her ass, keeping her up against the wall. Hemant began thrusting into Sonarika, fucking her hard as the water kept them warm. They kissed hard and passionately, their lips never letting go. He squeezed her ass cheeks, feeling the snugness of her pussy. Hemant pushed his dick harder into her, using his legs to give her as much pleasure as he could. She clung to him, nails digging into his back, finally letting go of all the bitterness she had carried.
Sonarika let go of his lips and buried her head into his shoulder. She was moaning and groaning as he continued to run rampant on her inside. Hemant lowered his head and took one of her hard nipples into his mouth. He suckled on it sending shivers through her entire frame. Her legs got even tighter around his waist. Her pussy got tighter and was producing so much more of her wetness. She was close to cumming. He suckled her nipple a bit tight, and that was enough to set Sonarika off. Hemant wasn't far behind. Feeling the spasming of her wall was more than enough to get him to where he needed to be. Hemant tightened his hands on her ass and let go a wave of cum into her. They were both moaning and yelling as they were overwhelmed by their mutual orgasm. After that , with every kiss and every deep, aching movement, she felt her heart unravel and rebuild around him, stronger, more certain.
They stumbled out of the bathroom, dripping and breathless, falling onto the bed in a tangle of limbs and desire. Hemant’s touch was more tender now, their passion stretching into a slow, intoxicating dance that felt endless. Hemant's cock throbbed a bit inside Sonarika's snug pussy, which responded by gripping his cock harder. He took a breath and began to saw his cock back and forth, the feeling electric around his hard pole. He pulled her hips to him as he grinded his cock as deep as he could inside her, Sonarika giving little gasps and coos as his dick slide in and out of her slit. Sonarika arched beneath him, her body and soul opening completely, surrendering to wave after wave of pleasure that left her trembling and gasping her husband's name.
Hemant started to quicken his pace as his cock, glistening with her pussy juice, stretched her pussy lips each time he pulled back out only to see them disappear when he sunk back into her each time. He felt his balls beginning to contract.
"UHHHHHHHH!!" was all Hemant could manage through clenched teeth.
He tried to keep his orgasm as quiet as possible in this hour of the night making sure neither Karan nor Anju wakes up. Hemant grabbed her hips and pushed in as hard as he could, and he felt his cock spasm deep inside her. She responded by gripping his cock with her pussy as she milked the cum he had accumulated shoot deep into her womb. His entire body clenched as he fired hard inside her cunt, emptying his balls inside her. The intensity was so great he thought he was going to pass out as he filled her with his cum. And that made Sonarika go off and before she could make a sound , Hemant sealed her lips with his swallowing her moans and screams into him.
Hemant breathed deep to the night air as his orgasm subsided. He held himself inside her, wanting to make sure he kept his cum plunged inside her for as long as he could. His cock convulsed a couple of times, squirting the last few drops of his semen into her depths. Hemant leaned over her, laying his heaving chest exposed lying on his back taking deep breaths alongside her. Hemant listened to her heart race as he gasped for air.
"I take it back husband , you should go more to these parties"
"Why?"
"Because you will return home all horny and I get to enjoy our best private times!"
Both of them giggled. When at last they lay still, skin pressed to skin, she curled into him, her face buried against his neck. In that silent embrace, every unspoken hurt was soothed, every distance bridged, and she felt utterly loved, cherished beyond words.
Their breathing slowed, the warmth of their bodies mingling beneath the sheets. Sonarika pressed a gentle kiss to Hemant’s chest, her fingers tracing lazy circles along his side. He pulled her closer, their legs intertwined, and she felt his lips brush her forehead.
A quiet promise that tomorrow would be different. Wrapped in each other, they drifted into sleep, hearts beating in perfect sync, the night holding them in a soft, forgiving hush. And for the first time in weeks, Sonarika felt whole, her mind and body sated, her heart cradled safely in the arms of the man she loved.
Despite her decision to move on, Sonarika found herself haunted by Vikram's memory. She tried to focus on her family, and for a while, it worked. Hemant had begun to change in beautiful, surprising ways — he started paying more attention to her needs, making small gestures that reminded her of their early marriage along with something new. She saw a renewed warmth in his eyes, and Karan's laughter often echoed through the halls of their home, anchoring her to her role as a wife and mother. But even as she cherished these moments, the shadow of Vikram lingered in the corners of her mind, a quiet whisper she could not silence.
The night on the yacht reignited everything she had tried to suppress. At Rachika's bachelorette party, the alcohol dulled her inhibitions, and she surrendered fully to the magnetic pull of Vikram. The night turned into a blur of music, stars, and longing. But in a twist that startled her heart, Vikram stopped her before she went too far, choosing to protect her dignity instead of exploiting her vulnerability. When she woke up, she realized he had stayed by her side all night, careful and restrained. In that moment, she saw a new side of Vikram , a man capable of tenderness, of putting her wellbeing above his desires. This realization deepened her affection for him and cracked open something she thought she had locked away forever.
Sonarika now found herself torn between two worlds. On one side was Hemant, who had shown her what steady, gentle love looked like, who shared her life and son. On the other was Vikram, who awakened a passion in her that felt almost spiritual, who saw her in ways she sometimes didn't see herself. Each man filled different parts of her soul — Hemant grounded her, while Vikram set her spirit ablaze. The guilt of wanting them both gnawed at her, threatening to consume her from within. She oscillated between moments of intense love for her husband and secret longing for her forbidden lover.
In her quietest moments, Sonarika began to contemplate the concept of polygamy. She researched, read, and reflected on cultures and philosophies that embraced loving more than one person. She realized that the human heart might not be as linear as society demanded. The rigid notion of monogamy suddenly felt too narrow to contain the vastness of her feelings. Sonarika saw that her love for Hemant did not diminish her love for Vikram; instead, each love existed in a different dimension, complementing and not conflicting. This understanding both terrified and liberated her, allowing her to see herself more fully than she ever had.
ONE DAY IN ANDHERI
Anjali had just stepped out of the crowded Andheri station, clutching her backpack tightly, her mind focused on the endless assignments waiting at her medical institute. But fate had other plans. Out of nowhere, Rafique slithered out from the alleyway like a viper. His eyes scanned her up and down with a vile hunger, a smirk spreading across his lips.
"Anjali, my love" he hissed, stepping forward as if he owned the ground beneath him.
"Come with me…...and you will live like a princess in my world. No one will ever dare touch you, except me."
Anjali froze, her heart thundering. Memories of his past torments flashed in her mind. She pleaded softly, her voice trembling, but Rafique’s sickening gaze only grew bolder.
But then, in that split second of terror, she remembered the taser ring. Anjali also remembered the words Hemant had engraved in her mind.
'This ring works best on the most sensitive spot'
Her fingers curled around the small taser ring, her fear transforming into raw resolve. Rafique took another lecherous step in anticipation. Without a moment’s hesitation, Anjali activated the ring and, with a sudden surge of courage, lunged forward, grabbing Rafique right in his crotch. A burst of electric vengeance screamed through his body. His face twisted in shock and agony as he convulsed, his knees buckling under him. He collapsed on the dusty road, shrieking like a demon dragged into hell.
Without even glancing back, Anjali bolted from the scene, her breath ragged and tears threatening to blur her vision. She darted into an auto, demanding to be taken to the Tanishq office where her sister, Sonarika, worked. Bursting into the posh air-conditioned cabin, she found Sonarika dbangd in a red saree, her bangles tinkling softly as she turned around with a worried gasp. Sonarika’s eyes widened, scanning Anjali from head to toe.
"Anju , what happened?"
"Didi!!"
She pulled her into an embrace, running her fingers through her sister’s hair, whispering calming words. As Anjali trembled, she finally let out the entire ordeal, her words punctuated with sobs and raw fear.
"Its Rafique , he tried to attack me again Didi. I ran from him , he is back to torment me"
The crimson in Sonarika’s saree almost seemed to mirror the fire erupting in her eyes. She stepped back, her jaw clenched, her nostrils flaring like a lioness ready to maul. With deadly calm, she dialed Meghna.
"Meghna , the papers I've asked , is it ready?" she asked.
Sonarika's voice like a blade slicing through the silence. Meghna confirmed, her voice steady. Sonarika simply said.
"Meet me outside the office. Its time we give him an ultimatum."
She turned to Anjali, wiping her tears with surprising gentleness.
"You’re coming with me" she declared, her eyes softening just enough for her sister.
Outside, Meghna rolled up with her car, accompanied by two towering women — bouncers from a city pub, arms folded, eyes burning with loyalty. Sonarika led Anjali into her car, Meghna’s convoy tailing behind. They cut through the busy Mumbai streets like a silent storm, the glasses of the vehicle glinting like daggers in sunlight. As they reached the grimy outskirts of Dilawar’s colony, the air shifted , a cocktail of menace and cheap booze. The colony’s entrance teemed with goons, their glares thick with challenge, but Sonarika didn’t slow down for a heartbeat.
Sonarika stepped out, her red saree flowing like war banners, her anklets chiming like battle drums. The men whistled and sneered, but she strode forward, her chin high, her eyes trained like twin flamethrowers. They soon arrived at the center of the colony where Dilawar's bungalow is. The goons passed lews comments about her , talking about how Dilawar wants to take her to bed. But Sonarika was unbothered , on the contrary it only added more fuel to her inner fire. The goons parted unwillingly, her aura slicing through them. At the lobby of the bungalow was Dilawar, lounging on a broken chair, a gold chain dangling from his thick neck, his oily eyes locking onto her. As he saw her approach, his lips curled into a depraved grin. Sonarika — the woman he had obsessed with was walking straight to him, fury wrapped around her like a second skin.
Without flinching, Sonarika stood inches away from Dilawar. His eyes devoured her curves shamelessly, his fingers twitching as if he could already feel her under his grasp.
"You might've met women that cowar over your presence Dilawar , fall victim to your deranged nature. I but don't fall in that list , I know how stray dogs like you need to be treated"
"I know Sonarika darling. I do prefer you strong like this" Dilawar retorted with a grin.
"You wanted strength then let me strangle your thirst."
Sonarika snapped open the folder Meghna handed her, thrusting the legal papers into his face.
"These are restraining orders. You and your scum brother Rafique can’t come within thirty meters of us again. And if you did , both you brothers will rot in the chasm of a prison for the rest of your lives"
Sonarika hissed. Dilawar acknowledged the legal threat she possessed right now. She tilted her head, her eyes boring into his soul.
"If I see you or your trash of a brother near my sister or me again, I promise the next time your little brother won’t just hurt his balls , it will be cut clean off!! "
As Dilawar seethed, Sonarika glared back at him making him feel the heat of the raging fire of hatred inside her. Meghna and the bouncers stepped forward, forming a wall of intimidation. The nearby goons lunged in a last attempt to assert dominance, but the bouncers moved like a pack of wolves, fists crashing into jaws, knees cracking ribs. The colony echoed with groans and curses as Sonarika turned her back on Dilawar. She pulled Anjali along, her hand strong and unwavering. Before slipping into the car, she threw one last glare at Dilawar, her eyes blazing like molten iron.
"Stay away, or I’ll burn your world into ashes" She snarled.
Dilawar stood frozen, blood pounding in the temple of his head. The woman he craved just humiliated him in front of his entire pack. Rage and lust coiled around his heart like venomous serpents. As the goons who got mauled by the bouncers nursed their wounds and whimpered, one limped up to him.
"Bhai… what will we do?" He stammered.
Dilawar’s lips curled into a sinister smirk, his gaze still fixed on where Sonarika had vanished.
"What else can we do? From now on stay away from her. And check up on Rafique , I need him back here"
"But Bhai , are we seriously going to let her walk away insulting our manhood?"
"Who says we are? She has a wonderful fire in her. She wants to play queen to her kingdom? Fine. Her restraining order only mentions her and that girl. But not her precious loser husband Hemant… and that little bitch of a son of theirs."
A cold, dark glint flickered in Dilawar’s eyes as he leaned back, letting out a low, animalistic chuckle.
"We’ll make her watch as we turn her loser husband and her son's life into a nightmare…make her wimpy husband beg and cowar before my feet. She thinks she can tame me? She has no idea who she’s dealing with."
He licked his lips, imagining her defiant stare turning into desperate screams. In that moment, his desire for Sonarika crystallized into an obsession beyond redemption. He promised to himself to break her spirit, piece by piece, until she would crawl to him, begging for mercy. And this time, he vowed, no court order, no law enforcements, no womanly rage would be able to save her from his twisted grasp.
As days went by , some of the busy days of work engulfed Sonarika. At Tanishq, she had just closed two massive investment deals that promised to redefine the brand’s growth. Her colleagues lauded her, her team admired her dedication, and she felt the surge of satisfaction that came with achievement. Yet , a certain emptiness tugged at her heart , a hollow space only one man seemed to occupy.
Lately , Meghna has shown not much interest in their relation. Sonarika believed its probably because of the yatch incident. For most times , she felt gratitude that Meghna might be turning her attention away either by that or her fondness for Disha. But there was some things deep inside bothering her.
When she returned home after long days at work, the warmth of her family usually melted her worries away. Karan’s mischievous giggles as he ran circles around Anjali, Anjali’s bubbly optimism that lit up every corner of the house, and Hemant’s gentle affection , all of it wrapped her in a comforting cocoon. But lately, even the joyous chaos of home couldn’t drown out the persistent echoes of her past. Memories of Vikram Bajaj drifted into her thoughts at the strangest times: in the boardroom, during dinner, or as she helped Karan with his homework. She remembered his magnetic presence, the way his touch had set her soul alight, and how effortlessly he had read her desires.
Sonarika had convinced herself she had moved past Vikram after she ended their affair to protect her family. She had drawn a clear line, buried her emotions, and doubled down on her responsibilities as a wife and mother. But that night at the bachelorette party had undone her fragile resolve. She had lost control, surrendered to an old hunger, and kissed him with all the passion she thought she had long forgotten. Yet, instead of exploiting her vulnerability, Vikram had cared for her tenderly, guarding her dignity through the night. It was this unexpected kindness that haunted her now more than any reckless kiss or heated embrace.
Since that night, Vikram had vanished into the shadows of his business world, leaving only a cryptic message about urgent matters. His silence gnawed at her mind, each day stretching longer in his absence. She missed the intoxicating blend of danger and intimacy they shared , the stolen glances, the secret laughter, the electric charge that seemed to spark whenever he was near. She tried to focus on her work and family, to remind herself of all she had to lose, but her heart betrayed her. She found herself replaying old memories, staring at some of her Bali photos in her social media remembering what they did after taking that pic , and wondering where he was and if he thought of her too.
As evening settled and the stars blinked to life, Sonarika found herself alone on the balcony, the city lights glimmering below. The cool breeze whispered across her skin, carrying with it memories of Vikram’s hands, his warm breath at her ear. Her breath quickened, her thoughts drifting to the place she swore she wouldn’t visit again. Slowly, she closed her eyes, surrendering to the ache inside her, imagining him beside her, touching her, claiming her. In that quiet moment, beneath the vast sky, Sonarika realized she was no longer just missing Vikram , she was yearning for him, slipping deeper into a longing that threatened to consume her entirely.
(CHAPTER TO BE CONTD)
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