12-07-2025, 03:11 PM
(CHAPTER CONTD)
Then the day of the birthday party night arrived. It was special for the party because both mother and son shared the same birthday. In a funny banter way, Sonarika often claims Karan will forever be her best birthday gift in her life. In the morning , Sonarika and Karan had a video call chat with both Sonarika's parents in Delhi and Hemant's parents in Kerala. Both the old generation giving their best wishes to the current and future one. But Sonarika was in a very rowdy mood tonight as her mind was focused on her family for the night. No Vikram haunted her for the day as her mind was roaming around the memories of her marriage life and sweet moments of her family.
Time went by as the family prepared for the grant birthday party in the evening.
Sonarika stood before the mirror, her fingers delicately adjusting the pleats of her golden embroidered saree. The blouse clung to her curves, revealing glimpses of her toned back and a teasing hint of cleavage through its clever design. Her face glowed with excitement. As she admired herself, she heard the familiar sound of Hemant’s footsteps approaching. Her heart fluttered as she turned slightly, catching sight of him entering the room.
Hemant paused at the door, his gaze drinking her in from head to toe. She did the same at him , acknowledging the ridiculous amounts of change in him. His transformation was nothing short of miraculous , from a soft, unfit figure to the towering, chiseled hunk of a man standing before her now. Sonarika felt her breath hitch as their eyes met.
"You look... divine" Hemant murmured, his voice low and husky.
Sonarika laughed softly, the sound ringing like music.
"Oh? Only divine? I thought I'd hear something more... passionate from my handsome husband"
She teased, lifting an eyebrow. Hemant stepped closer, his fingers tracing the bare skin of her waist as he whispered.
"You look like a goddess who descended just to steal my sanity."
Sonarika giggled, brushing her lips teasingly close to his ear.
"Hmm... by the way, did you buy me a gift? Or did you forget amidst all your workouts and business?"
Her voice dripped with mischief, and she watched as Hemant's eyes widened.
"I already bought it" he retorted quickly, a playful defiance in his tone.
"You'll get it after we cut the cake tonight."
Sonarika pouted dramatically, leaning closer so her warm breath fanned across his lips.
"Oh? Keeping secrets from your wife now? You know, that deserves a punishment"
She warned in a dangerously sweet whisper. She walked to the bedroom door and closed it shut. As she returned to her husband , arriving at his close proximity , her fingers slipped lower, tugging at his pants and belt buckle with a wicked gleam in her eyes.
"Wait… Sona, no... not now"
Hemant stammered, a shiver running down his spine as her hand confidently unzipped his pants. His weak protest melted into a strangled groan as she knelt before him, her eyes locked onto his with a hunger that made his knees almost buckle. She undid his belt and fished out his hardening cock.
"I warned you"
She purred, before taking him fully, her warm lips wrapping around him in a rhythm that sent sparks shooting through his entire body.
"Ahhhh....Sona"
Hemant groaned his loving wife's name as Sonarika was sucking on his cock with so much abandon that he thought he might pass out. Sonarika continued to slobber all over his cock. She took more of his cock inside of her mouth. He heard her gag as she tried to push it deeper.
Hemant’s hands instinctively found her hair, his fingers tangling as his head fell back in ecstasy. His hands land on on the back of Sonarika's head to guide her up and down the length of his pole.
"Sona... oh god... you’re... incredible" he gasped between shallow breaths.
She hummed softly in response, the vibrations making him twitch and writhe under her expert attention. Sonarika was completely lost in sucking her husband's cock. She was slurping and gagging all around. Her hand was wrapped around the base of his cock, jerking off whatever she couldn't fit inside of her mouth. She continued to use her mouth to bring so much pleasure to him that it almost brought him down to his knees.
"Sona....honey...aahh....I am getting close"
Hemant said feeling Sonarika going even harder on his cock. Her hand pumping her lips sucking and slurping.
"I'm so damn close." He warned again.
"I'm about to cum." Hemant moaned as he felt his balls churning.
"Shit! Shit! SHIT!"
He yelled in the bedroom as he felt his cock explode with an orgasm that almost knocked him off his feet. Hemant reached to the nearest dresser and tried his best to keep himself up as he filled his wife's mouth with his cum.
He felt every ounce of tension and longing unravel as he spilled himself to her, completely powerless against her devotion and skill.
"Mhhhmmm!" Sonarika moaned as she sucked him dry, drinking every last drop of his cum.
When Sonarika finally rose, she licked her lips with a satisfied smile, her eyes shimmering with love and triumph. Hemant leaned heavily against the dresser, chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. She helped him fix his clothes, her fingers lingering against his skin, each touch soft and intimate.
"Get yourself ready husband , I want you on your best behavior tonight"
She teased, pressing a tender kiss to his lips, tasting the mixture of passion and sweetness that only they shared.
As they stood together, Sonarika leaned her head on his shoulder, her fingers intertwined with his.
"Happy birthday to the only woman of my life" Hemant said with emotion and warmth
Hemant wrapped his strong arms around her, planting a kiss on her forehead. Their eyes met in the mirror, glowing with affection and unspoken promises. The evening awaited, but in that moment, they were entirely lost in each other , a couple deeply in love, ready to celebrate life together with their son and all the joy that awaited them.
Hemant went to shower as Sonarika completed her make up after cleaning her mouth and went to do the finishing touches for the arrangements. Karan and Anjali arrived from their kids hangout in the playground as Sonarika helped Karan get bathed and dressed up for the evening. Anjali too prepared for her attire for the evening.
The party was about to be an extravagant affair. Karan and Sonarika were dressed in matching color of gold with him wearing gold patterned kurta and white pyjama. Both of them were in a happy mood awaiting the arrival of all the guests. That was when Hemant showed up into the hall dressed up in his costume for the night , He wore a light purple skimmed velvet shirt followed by black blazer pants below along with an open bow tie placed on his shoulders. Anjali and Sonarika looked at him astonished making him look exceptionally different from the way he used to look in the past. Sonarika at times had been stunned noticing the new charm of Hemant , but tonight she was stunned seeing him like an unbelievably charming man.
Karan giggled and said.
"Wow , Papa. You look like SRK from Ra.One"
Hemant smiled realizing his dress costume was somewhat similar to Shah Rukh Khan's costume from the famous Chammak Challo song in that movie. Only difference being SRK worn a white shirt while Hemant is wearing a light purple hue shirt.
Sonarika noticed that his shirt buttons were unbuttoned in the top exposing some of his bare chest. Sonarika walked towards him as Hemant greeted her.
"So how do I look my lady?"
Sonarika then buttoned up his shirt covering the display of his bare chest. Hemant noticing the protective side of her.
"Like Karan said , but the only difference is you're sized like as if Shah Rukh Khan ate another Shah Rukh Khan!"
Hemant laughed as Anjali too appreciated his look. Soon some of Karan's friends arrived and the kids got together at the playstation to enjoy some gaming. Hemant welcomed some of the neighbors including Sulochana Aunty and family. Some of the parents of Karan's friends too arrived. They all loved the vibrant decorations and arrangements on this special party. And then Mohit arrived with his father Kunal and mother Mouni. Sonarika first welcomed them after which Hemant joined her. And that was the moment Mouni noticed the new and improved Hemant. She was completely shocked seeing the ridiculous change in him. The different of land and the sky as she still remembered his fat bland appearance in that party years ago and now seeing him looking like a male model. Even the shirt was struggling to hold onto his tight physique and muscles.
The party started to get to its swing as Sonarika awaited the arrival of Meghna. Priyanka arrived at the party being greeted by Hemant. He introduced her to Kunal as they interacted to recent business happenings.
When other guests arrived , Mouni got a chance to talk alone with Sonarika.
"I have to say I am definitely shocked" Mouni confessed.
"Shocked for what?"
"Your husband obviously , did you exchange him or something?"
"Don't be ridiculous"
"His transformation is ridiculous"
"Is that so?"
"Precisely , I mean. The first time I saw him was in that party coming with you and that night , he was an overweight , sloggy , bland of an excuse of a personality. A literal personification of Langoor when standing alongside you. But now , he is like the personification of elegance and positive masculinity. If you looked at the old Hemant and this one at the same time , I would say they are two different people"
"That is just the result of his hardwork. He wanted to bring out the best version of himself. And he did that with dedication and concentration to his craft and his health. What you see before you Mouni is the perfect example of a man taking his life back rather than loosing himself in the chaos of the world"
"Now this explains your duality"
"What?"
"Well you know , Vikram and Hemant. Both these men give you something , and now you wanna keep both of them"
"What the hell are you talking about?"
"Oh come on Sonarika. Do I look stupid? You were fine eating your avocadoes and healthy meal with Vikram , but when Hemant transformed from a bland burger to a juicy kabbab , the wife in you have awakened to taste him as well"
"That is a terrible analogy Mouni. And unlike you , I don't choose between my men. I do have a messy life , and I know I strayed , its my fault. But I never differentiated between Hemant and Vikram , both are a mirror of my identity and I am trying to reclaim it and forge a path that will fix everything"
"You keep saying that , and yet here you are. Still not convinced with whom you should go"
"Maybe I want both , ever think of that?"
"Very funny Sonarika. I know Polygamy is a real thing. But this society will never accept that , at the end of the day you'll have to let one go. Its only a matter of time"
"Your wrong Mouni. I will fix my life , and I definitely don't need your opinion for it"
Sonarika walked away a little upset from the conversation with Mouni. Mouni smiled knowing the familiar situation she once went through.
IN THE STREETS OF MUMBAI
Meghna and Disha were on her scooty riding their way through the street to reach Hemant and Sonarika's place to the birthday party. Meghna was wearing a pink satin sleeveless kurti with a white shawl , her specs on her face glowing in the street lights. While Disha was wearing a slim figure hugging mini dress with ample view of her cleavage. They were going by the location of Galaxy Apartments when Meghna told Disha to wait. She was curious to see what was Vikram doing in Sonarika's special night. When she arrived at Vikram's door and ring the bell , she was greeted by the sight of a dull Vikram who was sitting there eating chocolate ice cream.
"Vikram what are you doing here. Aren't you going to attend Sonarika's birthday party?"
"Don't be ridiculous Meghna , tonight is a special night for her and her family. I have no role there"
"You cannot be serious. Just because your relation with her is secret doesn't mean she is not important to you"
"You don't understand Meghna. Our relationship is a little stale , ever since the yatch trip. She still haven't forgiven me and she is right to be mad at me. I want her to be happy on her special day Meghna , that is all I want for her"
"And you think she will be happy knowing you are never going to be there for her?"
"I am not the source of her happiness for tonight Meghna. She has a family , a child , a sister and more importantly a husband she can be happy with. And its best I am not there , but can you do something for me?"
"What is it?"
"Give this gift to her , I've been keeping it packed for a week now. I don't know whether she'll love it or hate it. But I want her to have it. Give my wishes for her Meghna , that's all"
"Vikram , you look miserable"
"I've always been miserable Meghna. Ever since childhood , I've been given a lot and taken a lot from me. I wasn't fortunate enough to get love from mother and father at the same time. I endured the loss of my brother. I lost my Sarika and I had no one to blame for. And now , I am moving away from Sonarika because I am a miserable person. This is always been my fate Meghna , I was destined to always loose something in my life. I guess Sonarika is just another important part of my life that I will have to let go"
"Vikram please, get a hold of yourself"
"Its okay Meghna. I swore to Sonarika that I will not drink anymore and I will honor that promise , not just because of her. But she wanted me to be a better human and I will try being that , regardless of what I loose"
"Okay"
"And please Meghna , don't try to persuade her for me. I want her to be happy , and if her happiness is being with her family then I want that for her. Maybe our relationship was never meant to last. Just don't bother her about me. That's all. Have a nice time at the party. Good night"
"Good night Vikram"
As Meghna was walking away taking Vikram's gift with her. She felt a strange feeling of regret and sadness for Vikram and his life. She wasn't aware he had endured that much tragedy , in that rare moment , she questioned her revenge , to see that guys like Vikram are falling victim to her games. She could understand Sonarika's behavior but she also acknowledged the fact that Vikram accepts his mistake.
Meghna was still curious though as she reached Disha and got into the back of her scooty. They continued their journey to Sonarika's place. Her mind was curious , wondering what change Hemant was gone through to the point Sonarika is unwilling to let him go. They rode swiftly towards their destination as the sun had set and the nightlife in Mumbai started to awaken.
The moment Meghna and Disha stepped into the elegantly decorated hall of Sonarika and Hemant's apartment home, they felt the electric charge in the air. Color lights twinkled, children ran around with balloons, and soft music hummed in the background. But all of this faded for them when their eyes found Hemant. Disha felt her breath hitch as she saw her former boss in his light purple hue shirt, the open bow tie casually dbangd over his shoulders, his blazer pants hugging his strong frame just right. She had always fantasized about him, even when he was just her strict, slightly boring boss at QUADRON. But today, he looked like a dream sculpted by desire itself.
But as Meghna noticed Hemant , she had a hard time believing her eyes. She checked her specs in her face as if its trying to fool her with some visual trickery but no , it was really Hemant. But not the borning , simple , fat bellied , slow poked , hard to breath , below average guy Hemant but rather strong , handsome , dashing , alluring , a never before seen Hemant. Meghna had a hard time contemplating if this was really him , how can a man that was the last person to be anywhere charming end up become the personification of style and statement. Her mind only had one person she could compare with and it was Vikram , Vikram in his elite meets , dressed in sharp and precise suits that were tailored and ironed to display his royalty and allure. Hemant on the other hand ditched the tie , has no jacket but instead his well maintained and smooth shirt doing a little job of hiding his muscular frame. He was already a large man when he was fat , but now getting into shape , he has become a six and a half feet of sex appeal and charm.
Meghna, felt a strange flutter in her chest. She remembered him as a chubby, unimpressive man in the past — how could this be the same person? Her disbelief melted into a kind of intoxicating fascination, a warmth that pooled funny thoughts in her mind.
As Hemant moved around greeting guests with that confident, easy smile, he ended up meeting Disha as she looked back with a smile. Hemant greeted her with a hug as Disha felt that hug creating a sudden vortex of reactions in her mind and body. Flashes of naughty scenarios going through her brain as she separates from Hemant.
Her fling with Meghna was thrilling, yes, but this was something different — an old forbidden fantasy now embodied in living, breathing perfection. Each movement of Hemant’s broad shoulders, the gentle way he held his son, the way his shirt clung to his sculpted chest — it all drove her mad with a new, unexpected hunger. She found herself comparing him to the shallow men she had dated, none of whom exuded this dangerous mix of charm and raw masculinity.
The cake-cutting ceremony commenced, and everyone gathered around the beautiful mother and son duo. Sonarika and Karan giggled, smeared a bit of frosting on each other, and then lovingly fed Hemant. Disha felt a pang of envy so sharp it almost made her dizzy — how lucky Sonarika was to share those intimate, picture-perfect moments with him. Hemant had a radiant smile as he bent down to kiss his wife’s cheek, his hand resting protectively on her lower back.
Photographers flitted around, capturing the family in loving poses. Sonarika leaned into Hemant’s chest, her face glowing with happiness and pride. Meghna felt her own heart twist as she watched her best friend’s joy. But instead of pure affection, she felt a strange pulse directed wholly at her best friend's new and improved husband — it was electric, almost primal. Disha stood beside her, hands clenched at her sides, unable to stop staring. Their eyes met briefly, and both women recognized the same wild spark in each other. For Disha, it was a bittersweet torture, realizing the man she had fantasized about now stood before her, unattainable yet so close she could almost taste him.
Meghna got a chance to meet with Sonarika in private.
"So , now I finally understand your turmoil" Meghna stated.
"You now? I just managed to ignore Mouni saying the same thing ok"
"What did she say?"
"A terrible analogy with food regarding Vicky and Hemant"
"Let me guess , Hemant is the Kabbab?"
"What? How did you know?"
"I mean , it makes sense. When you said Hemant has changed , I didn't expect a transformation to this level"
"Yeah , sometimes I am stunned too. But I definitely appreciate it"
"Oh that I know , considering you just abandoned your boyfriend"
"What are you talking about?"
"When I came here , I made a pit stop at Vikram's place. He said you are still salty and angry regarding the incident in the yatch"
Sonarika realized Vikram was still initiating that part of his plan , his planned separation from her. She decided to act along.
"Is that so? What was he doing?"
"Oh he definitely wasn't drunk. He said he promised you he will never touch alcohol again and he intends to be faithful to that promise. It looked ridiculous seeing him eating chocolate ice cream in a bowl sitting on the couch all messy"
"He was eating chocolate ice cream?"
"Yeah , he was. Why did you ask?"
"Well , its my desired eating habit. Eating chocolate ice cream in a bowl"
"Oh , so I guess the compatibility between you two are more than moderate I guess"
"Stop it Meghna"
"Fine , here you go. Vikram wanted you to have this"
Meghna handed over a small giftbox to Sonarika. It had a symbol that resembled the letter V , but from a specific angle , a curve layer forms on top of the V forming a heart shape. Sonarika appreciated the design and the subtlety in his message.
Sonarika in that moment thought about him. The whole day she managed not to think of her struggles and focused on her family , her commitment to Hemant. But right now , as Meghna gave this gift , as she described how miserable he was , she knew Vikram was depressed from the reality of them separating. She looked at it for few seconds and then tried her best to put a lid to her emotions as she kept the gift in her bedroom and continued with the party.
As the party wounded down and guests started drifting away, Meghna and Disha slipped out together, sharing a knowing, heated glance. Meghna felt a deliciously wicked urge bubbling up inside her. She turned to Disha, her lips curling into a mischievous smile.
As they were on Disha's scooter riding away , Meghna decided to get a bit adventurous. Her hand travelled down near her crotch area and Meghna noticed Disha's body was pulsing. She soon noticed her hand trying to reach her nether regions as Disha warned her.
"Meghna , please don't do that. Or else we will end up in the bottom of a truck!"
"Well , you are pulsing. I wonder why"
"I think you already know that answer Meghna"
"Yup , I definitey do. And you're right , he has definitely changed. I am astounded by his tranformation. Its like they are two different persons"
"No , its the same. Even back then , I used to admire him because of his kind nature and warm attitude. The only negative I found was his out of shape appearance. And seeing him transform before my eyes , he turned into a complete package for me"
"That explains the pulsing of your body right now"
"That is not the only reason. A few hours ago when he first meet me , he embraced me and his hand grinded on my butt. At that moment , I really wished he would grab my butt and squeeze it. His warmth , that heat of his body , the tightness in his arms. It was intoxicating"
"Goodness young lady , you're completely attracted to him!"
"You don't say. Sometimes even I feel embarassed of myself. I've been working his same position in QUADRON right now , which means his cabin is my cabin. There are times I would just sit in the chair he used to sit in the past and create naughty thoughts in my head"
"Like?"
"Like , during our work days , when I started the rumor that I was having an affair with my boss. The rumor helped in getting control on some of the male employees. I never gave those rumors much thought. When he got into shape and came to the office in his final days in QUADRON as a charmer. I really wished those rumors were true"
"So you imagined those rumors in your head in that cabin didn't you?"
"Yeah"
"What kind of imaginations Disha?"
"Its pretty naughty"
"Well , we're both in a very naughty mood"
"Not now missy. If we do this now , this will be our last naughtiness"
Both of them giggled as they rode off to Meghna's apartment.
Meghna and Disha stumbled into the apartment, their laughter echoing through the empty space. The birthday party had been wonderful, a whirlwind of happy moments and friendly times that left them both wholesome and warm. But it was the sight of Hemant that had left the most lasting impression. His transformation was nothing short of astonishing, and it had sparked a flame in both of them. And remembering him made them both breathless and giddy.
Meghna's pink kurti clung to her, the white shawl dbangd carelessly around her shoulders. Disha's miniskirt dress hugged her curves, a tantalizing sight that made Meghna's heart race. Their eyes met, and the air between them crackled with electricity.
Without a word, they moved towards each other, their lips meeting in a passionate kiss. Clothes began to fall away, the kurti ripping as Disha tugged it off Meghna's shoulders. Their breaths mingled, heavy with desire, as they moved towards the bedroom.
Meghna was soon ready with her strap on. Disha could feel the tip of the lubricated strap on rub up and down her tummy as Meghna continued to grind against her once or twice more before pulling back. Meghna grabbed the fake cock about to guide it down when Disha placed her hand over Meghna’s and the strap on.
"Wait....let me lead it..."
Meghna smiled as she let Disha take control. Meghna began sucking on Disha’s neck as Disha led the rubber toy over her mound and across her awaiting entrance. She gleamed towards Meghna who had a look of total lust in her eyes as she imperceptibly thrust the cock forward into Disha.
"mmmm"
Disha gasped as she felt the cock burrow deep inside her. She could feel that inane sense of fullness that only a cock could bring. Meghna let it lie in her for a moment before slowly retracting and beginning again.
Disha could feel her desire rise and with it an oncoming orgasm, the strap on sliding in and out of her with ease as Meghna handled it like someone with plenty of experience. Between Meghna's probing tongue and the shaft of the fake cock , Disha was loosing herself.
"Wow.....this feels so good...ahhh.." Disha moaned her appreciations.
"Ahhh....you wanna make it better Disha?" Meghna asked in baited breaths.
"Yessss...." Disha confessed.
"Then forget me.....think of him....aaahhh...think of your boss....I am not the one fucking you....ahhh....its him.....ahhh.....its Hemant..."
"Ahhh...aahhh.....its hard to do....aaahhh....because....mmm.....you don't have his physique...hmmm"
"Then imagine it......mmmhhh....aahhh...imagine his rough hands.....imagine if he actually gropped your butt few hours ago like this.....ahhhh"
Saying that Meghna clenched her fingers on Disha's succulent ass. Her fingers clinging into her flesh.
Disha to searched out Meghna’s tongue with her own as the older woman subtly worked the strap on deep inside Disha. She alternated between slow deep thrusts and quick shallow nudges, driving Disha into a state of ecstasy. Disha moaned as she felt Meghna’s thumb brush her clit and gently stroke in time with her thrusts.
The room filled with the sound of their ragged breaths, their moans echoing off the walls. Meghna's thrusts grew more insistent, Disha's desire building as she imagined Hemant's hands on her body. Her cries grew louder, her body shaking as she was reaching her climax.
Meghna had her pinned to the bed and was fucking her for all she was worth. She moved her hips in faster, trying to drive her partner closer and closer to an orgasm.
"Oh Meghna! Oh Ah!"
Disha moaned clearly on the brink. Meghna dropped her hand and began to fiddle with Disha's clit.
"YES! YES! YES YESYESYESYESYESYESYESYES."
Disha shouted. Meghna had one more weapon in her arsenal. She took her finger that was coated in Disha's pussy juice and proceeded to push them against her ass.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
Disha screamed as her eyes rolled back into her head and an intense orgasm hit her sexy body harder than Meghna had anticipated.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHH"
Disha continued screaming in that orgasm that seemed intense and longer. Disha’s long awaited orgasm caused her body to shake violently for a brief moment then all her muscles went limp. As if she was drained out of energy and stregth.
Meghna comforted her as she was recovering.
"So , how was it"
"The best ever!"
"Is that so?"
"Yeah , it was like I was being fucked by two of my favorite people"
"So you did imagine me as well"
"Well , I am familiar with your fucking. Not by boss's"
"Tell me Disha , what were those naughty thoughts in your head?"
"Oh , its the office sex scenario. I sit on the chair he sat long ago. In a way , I feel a warmth from him. To me its embarassing , because I am sexualizing my own mentor"
"There is no problem in that? There is a reason you sexualize him."
"Yeah , he has set a really high standard for men in my life. There are very few like him"
"But do you think he is feisty in bed? I've been friends with Sonarika and I can tell you , long ago , she wasn't satisfied"
"She is definitely satisfied now. I mean look at him"
"The physique doesn't matter if he is not packing downstairs"
"Oh he is definitely packing downstairs"
"How do you know?"
"Well"
"Don't tell me you've seen him nude"
"No , not at all. But I did see him once working out in the gym below our office on early morning. He was working out in shorts and I definitely saw an outline that was moving inside it"
"My goodness woman , you are a creep!"
"Like I said , I am smitten by him. Its a good thing he left Quadron , or else I might've tried to turn the affair rumor about us into a reality"
"You can still do"
"NO , even though I am smitten by him. I respect the boundaries of his family life. He deeply loves Sonarika madam and has a wonderful son. To me he will always be a wonderful man and a great inspiration. But deep inside , he will also stay a guilty pleasure that I will only observe and never approach"
Disha was feeling weak from the incredible orgasm she had so she started to pass out. Meghna happily caressed her as she drifted off to sleep. Meghna’s mind was still humming with the echoes of the birthday party as she slipped away from Disha’s sleeping form and padded softly into her study. The air felt thick with possibility, her bare legs brushing against the wooden chair as she sat down. Her thoughts wandered inevitably to Hemant , the new, chiseled Hemant who seemed to radiate an effortless magnetism she hadn’t noticed before. His broad shoulders, his strong jawline, the way his stance emanated with casual power; it all looped in her mind like a dangerous mantra. Meghna tugged at her kurti’s hem absentmindedly, her breath shallow and restless, each memory igniting something primal beneath her skin.
She felt a shift in the room, a presence behind her that made her spine tingle. Turning around, her breath caught.
Hemant stood there, as vivid and solid as the ache in her chest. Before she could even find words, he closed the distance, his lips trailing across her face, her jaw, her sensitive neck. Meghna whimpered, trying weakly to push him away, but each touch unraveled her resolve, melting her defiance into a pool of want. When his hands found her waist, lifting her effortlessly onto her work desk, her mind dissolved into a haze of heat and tremors.
Their bodies collided with a desperate rhythm, Hemant’s grip on her hips grounding her as he thrust deeper into her fantasy. Meghna clutched at his shoulders, nails digging in, every nerve alive with electricity. The stack of papers beneath her crumpled, pens clattered to the floor, but she was beyond caring. The room shrank to the raw, shuddering intimacy of their joined bodies, her head fell back into the dim-lit air. The crescendo built rapidly inside her, rising higher than she’d ever allowed herself to climb — a reckless, all-consuming wave that threatened to drown her.
And then, as her orgasm tore through her, Meghna’s eyes snapped open to the crushing silence of reality. She was standing by the window, her fingers still clenched into the curtain, sweat beading on her forehead. No Hemant. No heaving breaths or strong arms. Just the faint hum of the ceiling fan and Disha’s muffled breathing from the other room. Staggering back, she glanced at her trembling hands, the remnants of her imagined lover fading like a dream.
Slowly, she slipped back into the bedroom, finding Disha still lost in her own satiated slumber. Disha lay there, limbs spread in surrender, still dreaming perhaps of the man Meghna had tempted her to conjure. Meghna stood in the doorway for a moment, her gaze unreadable, then reached for a cigarette and lit it by the window, the smoke curling around her like a secret. Hemant’s image refused to leave her, no longer just an annoying presence in her plans for her best friend and her lover but an invader in her imagination and fascination. As she exhaled, her lips parted with a strange, involuntary smile—because she knew something had shifted tonight. The game had only just begun.
BACK IN HEMANT'S APARTMENT
Sonarika sat on the edge of the bed, her fingers trembling slightly as they traced the delicate wrapping gifts before her. The house had grown silent after hours of laughter and cake—Karan had fallen asleep clutching a new toy, and Hemant was in the balcony, enjoying his moment of quiet. She sighed, remembering the warmth in Hemant’s eyes when he handed her his gift, the pride in his voice as he called her his strength. He had seen her as the gentle force that had pulled him from the abyss of illness, inspiring him to reclaim his health and spirit. As she unwrapped his gift, it was a small statue showpiece of a traditional Indian king and queen posing together, she read the letterings in the bottom of the statue on the plak.
'We’ll keep moving together. This is our kingdom'
It was a token of gratitude, of devotion, of a man who adored her as the foundation of his world.
She set the showpiece aside gently, her eyes shifting to the smaller, more discreet package that had arrived through Meghna's hands, hidden among the pile of other gifts. Vikram’s handwriting leaped out at her, curling and bold, echoing his restless energy. As she untied the ribbon, her breath caught; inside lay a delicate pendant shaped like a bird mid-flight, shimmering as if it were alive.
Sonarika could not believe it. She knew that pendant. On the first day of their stay in Bali , when they went shopping , Sonarika saw this pendant as a showcase , it resonated with her but upon seeing the pricetag and how expensive it was. She let it go , her mind still clinging to her ordinary lifestyle. It turns out , Vikram did buy that pendant. And now he has gifted it to her!
Along with that pendant had a greeting card , which had a poem written in Vikram's amazing handwriting pattern.
Two birds take wing beneath a crimson dawn,
Their hearts alight with secrets yet unspoken.
Through endless skies, they chase the sun beyond,
In love and flight, all limits fall — all worlds thrown open.
Vikram saw her not as an anchor, but as a wild, untamed spirit. Through his eyes, she felt like the wind, free and infinite, unbound by the everyday obligations that tied her to Hemant. The pendant felt like an invitation, a whispered promise of adventures beyond the borders of her current life—of nights wrapped in stolen kisses and mornings painted with sunrises on distant shores.
Yet as she held both gifts in her hands, Sonarika’s heart seemed to split along an invisible seam. With Hemant, she felt safe, cherished, a goddess within the temple of his devotion. He depended on her strength, saw her as the beating heart of their family. But with Vikram, her pulse quickened in ways she could scarcely admit even to herself; he saw her not as someone to be leaned upon but as someone to run alongside into the unknown. Each man offered her a mirror reflecting a different version of herself: the nurturer, the adventurer; the rooted tree and the soaring bird. Her mind flickered between them like a restless flame, questioning whether it was possible—or fair—to hold both dreams within the same fragile vessel of her heart.
Tears welled in her eyes as she pressed the bird pendant to her lips, her mind awash in conflicting tides of love and longing. Was her heart big enough to cradle two worlds without tearing itself apart? Could she continue dancing between warmth and wildfire without consuming herself? Sonarika felt the weight of her choices gathering in her chest, each breath a delicate negotiation between fidelity and freedom. Tonight, amidst the afterglow of birthday candles and the hush of her sleeping family, she felt herself standing at a precipice—achingly aware that her feelings for both men was real, yet unable to see where this dangerous, luminous path might lead her.
Out the bedroom , in the balcony , Hemant was sitting in the chair contemplating about the events of these few days. But one name and face echoed in his mind , a face he lost long ago. Ashnoor was imbedded as a source of pain in his body , a greiving loss he still haven't recovered. Now when he is in the sensational pedestal of fame , his mind remembers her. A promise he made for her , a forever after in a different world. All of it came shattered down in a night of tears and suffering. A night he never thought he would ever recover from.
As he was sitting there exhausted from the chaos of a wonderful birthday party. He felt somewhat at peace. He picked up his phone and checked out the social media. Sonarika as it turns out posted the pictures of her family in her profile , earning praises from everyone. Hemant surfed the socials and eventually he ended up checking out Pranitha's social media which definitely stunned him.
Pranitha posted a picture about few hours ago , posing in a black bikini and an open shirt waving like a flag standing near a pool and across that pool was the vibrant sea. Hemant deduced the place was definitely some resort in Maldives and he confirmed it when he saw a resort name being tagged to it. Her amazing body on display with a quote on her photo's description.
'Here for the ocean breeze, the sun on my skin, and the joy of simply existing — not for your unsolicited opinions or wandering eyes. Keep your gaze, I’ll keep my freedom'
Hemant for some reason felt like this pic was posted by her to mock him. Considering their last conversation ended in a condescending note. He immediately checked Rony's profile just for a little clarification for himself and that definitely gave him clarity. Rony's last pic which he posted just an hour before Pranitha posted had the same view of the sea. And that photo too had the same resort tagged. This cleared the doubt in his head realizing that Pranitha and Rony are most likely trying to rekindle their lost spark.
As Hemant was thinking about these things. His thoughts were abrupty interrupted when he recieved a message on his phone. A private message that only said
'Package Is Being Delivered'
All the different thoughts and pains he was experiencing few minutes ago just vanished in an instant. His mind was engulfed into the plans and motives that has been rupturing his mind for some time. He stood up and looked to the view of the city as he braced for something. As if waiting for a reaction.
SAME TIME IN SHANGHAI, CHINA.
The streets of Shuangqiao Nancun was more crowded than last time , with an important cultural festival coming , there were decorations being made on street sides. And through that streets , a caucasian woman this time was walking holding a briefcase. Her destination was the familiar Golden Yang Hotel. She arrived at the reception deck asking the woman behind the desk of Ricky Tan. She led the woman upstairs to the main room of the manager , where Ricky Tan was resting , sitting on his chair looking over his hotel lobby and the street below.
His employee escorted the woman in as Ricky Stood up seeing the familiar caucasian woman.
"Mr.Tan , I am here to deliver a message"
She opened the briefcase on the table before him and picked up an envelope. Ricky took the envelope from her as she closed the briefcase. He opened it and the moment he took out its content , the blood on his body went cold.
The envelope contained images of the notorious WuTang brothers , but not alive. Images showed their corpses with one of the brother having a decapitated head. Ricky was terrified seeing the sight. He remembered the words he said to his assistant when he ordered the brothers to take out the target.
'If he is some average , common man. These brothers are more than enough. But if that guy is indeed Michael King , then even the whole of THE TRIAD won't be enough!'
These photos gave him the much needed confirmation. He was hoping the target was some random guy , but these images, it showed the telltale sign that they have found him. As he was looking at the photos , his phone lit up with a private number calling. A chill ran on his spine as he looked up towards the caucasian woman. The woman smiled and responded.
"You should take it. That call is important"
With trembling hands , Ricky picked up the call , he answered it and put it into his ears.
"Hello" He said with baited breath waiting for the response from the other side.
The other side was in Mumbai , right there in that balcony, Hemant had his phone planted to his ear as the archangel ring tied on a thread was wrapped around his shoulder while the thumb on his other hand was massaging the Garuda ring on his index finger. Within the calmness of the night sky , Hemant said with a low but defiant tone.
"Ricky Tan....We Need To Talk!"
END OF CHAPTER 16
Then the day of the birthday party night arrived. It was special for the party because both mother and son shared the same birthday. In a funny banter way, Sonarika often claims Karan will forever be her best birthday gift in her life. In the morning , Sonarika and Karan had a video call chat with both Sonarika's parents in Delhi and Hemant's parents in Kerala. Both the old generation giving their best wishes to the current and future one. But Sonarika was in a very rowdy mood tonight as her mind was focused on her family for the night. No Vikram haunted her for the day as her mind was roaming around the memories of her marriage life and sweet moments of her family.
Time went by as the family prepared for the grant birthday party in the evening.
Sonarika stood before the mirror, her fingers delicately adjusting the pleats of her golden embroidered saree. The blouse clung to her curves, revealing glimpses of her toned back and a teasing hint of cleavage through its clever design. Her face glowed with excitement. As she admired herself, she heard the familiar sound of Hemant’s footsteps approaching. Her heart fluttered as she turned slightly, catching sight of him entering the room.
Hemant paused at the door, his gaze drinking her in from head to toe. She did the same at him , acknowledging the ridiculous amounts of change in him. His transformation was nothing short of miraculous , from a soft, unfit figure to the towering, chiseled hunk of a man standing before her now. Sonarika felt her breath hitch as their eyes met.
"You look... divine" Hemant murmured, his voice low and husky.
Sonarika laughed softly, the sound ringing like music.
"Oh? Only divine? I thought I'd hear something more... passionate from my handsome husband"
She teased, lifting an eyebrow. Hemant stepped closer, his fingers tracing the bare skin of her waist as he whispered.
"You look like a goddess who descended just to steal my sanity."
Sonarika giggled, brushing her lips teasingly close to his ear.
"Hmm... by the way, did you buy me a gift? Or did you forget amidst all your workouts and business?"
Her voice dripped with mischief, and she watched as Hemant's eyes widened.
"I already bought it" he retorted quickly, a playful defiance in his tone.
"You'll get it after we cut the cake tonight."
Sonarika pouted dramatically, leaning closer so her warm breath fanned across his lips.
"Oh? Keeping secrets from your wife now? You know, that deserves a punishment"
She warned in a dangerously sweet whisper. She walked to the bedroom door and closed it shut. As she returned to her husband , arriving at his close proximity , her fingers slipped lower, tugging at his pants and belt buckle with a wicked gleam in her eyes.
"Wait… Sona, no... not now"
Hemant stammered, a shiver running down his spine as her hand confidently unzipped his pants. His weak protest melted into a strangled groan as she knelt before him, her eyes locked onto his with a hunger that made his knees almost buckle. She undid his belt and fished out his hardening cock.
"I warned you"
She purred, before taking him fully, her warm lips wrapping around him in a rhythm that sent sparks shooting through his entire body.
"Ahhhh....Sona"
Hemant groaned his loving wife's name as Sonarika was sucking on his cock with so much abandon that he thought he might pass out. Sonarika continued to slobber all over his cock. She took more of his cock inside of her mouth. He heard her gag as she tried to push it deeper.
Hemant’s hands instinctively found her hair, his fingers tangling as his head fell back in ecstasy. His hands land on on the back of Sonarika's head to guide her up and down the length of his pole.
"Sona... oh god... you’re... incredible" he gasped between shallow breaths.
She hummed softly in response, the vibrations making him twitch and writhe under her expert attention. Sonarika was completely lost in sucking her husband's cock. She was slurping and gagging all around. Her hand was wrapped around the base of his cock, jerking off whatever she couldn't fit inside of her mouth. She continued to use her mouth to bring so much pleasure to him that it almost brought him down to his knees.
"Sona....honey...aahh....I am getting close"
Hemant said feeling Sonarika going even harder on his cock. Her hand pumping her lips sucking and slurping.
"I'm so damn close." He warned again.
"I'm about to cum." Hemant moaned as he felt his balls churning.
"Shit! Shit! SHIT!"
He yelled in the bedroom as he felt his cock explode with an orgasm that almost knocked him off his feet. Hemant reached to the nearest dresser and tried his best to keep himself up as he filled his wife's mouth with his cum.
He felt every ounce of tension and longing unravel as he spilled himself to her, completely powerless against her devotion and skill.
"Mhhhmmm!" Sonarika moaned as she sucked him dry, drinking every last drop of his cum.
When Sonarika finally rose, she licked her lips with a satisfied smile, her eyes shimmering with love and triumph. Hemant leaned heavily against the dresser, chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. She helped him fix his clothes, her fingers lingering against his skin, each touch soft and intimate.
"Get yourself ready husband , I want you on your best behavior tonight"
She teased, pressing a tender kiss to his lips, tasting the mixture of passion and sweetness that only they shared.
As they stood together, Sonarika leaned her head on his shoulder, her fingers intertwined with his.
"Happy birthday to the only woman of my life" Hemant said with emotion and warmth
Hemant wrapped his strong arms around her, planting a kiss on her forehead. Their eyes met in the mirror, glowing with affection and unspoken promises. The evening awaited, but in that moment, they were entirely lost in each other , a couple deeply in love, ready to celebrate life together with their son and all the joy that awaited them.
Hemant went to shower as Sonarika completed her make up after cleaning her mouth and went to do the finishing touches for the arrangements. Karan and Anjali arrived from their kids hangout in the playground as Sonarika helped Karan get bathed and dressed up for the evening. Anjali too prepared for her attire for the evening.
The party was about to be an extravagant affair. Karan and Sonarika were dressed in matching color of gold with him wearing gold patterned kurta and white pyjama. Both of them were in a happy mood awaiting the arrival of all the guests. That was when Hemant showed up into the hall dressed up in his costume for the night , He wore a light purple skimmed velvet shirt followed by black blazer pants below along with an open bow tie placed on his shoulders. Anjali and Sonarika looked at him astonished making him look exceptionally different from the way he used to look in the past. Sonarika at times had been stunned noticing the new charm of Hemant , but tonight she was stunned seeing him like an unbelievably charming man.
Karan giggled and said.
"Wow , Papa. You look like SRK from Ra.One"
Hemant smiled realizing his dress costume was somewhat similar to Shah Rukh Khan's costume from the famous Chammak Challo song in that movie. Only difference being SRK worn a white shirt while Hemant is wearing a light purple hue shirt.
Sonarika noticed that his shirt buttons were unbuttoned in the top exposing some of his bare chest. Sonarika walked towards him as Hemant greeted her.
"So how do I look my lady?"
Sonarika then buttoned up his shirt covering the display of his bare chest. Hemant noticing the protective side of her.
"Like Karan said , but the only difference is you're sized like as if Shah Rukh Khan ate another Shah Rukh Khan!"
Hemant laughed as Anjali too appreciated his look. Soon some of Karan's friends arrived and the kids got together at the playstation to enjoy some gaming. Hemant welcomed some of the neighbors including Sulochana Aunty and family. Some of the parents of Karan's friends too arrived. They all loved the vibrant decorations and arrangements on this special party. And then Mohit arrived with his father Kunal and mother Mouni. Sonarika first welcomed them after which Hemant joined her. And that was the moment Mouni noticed the new and improved Hemant. She was completely shocked seeing the ridiculous change in him. The different of land and the sky as she still remembered his fat bland appearance in that party years ago and now seeing him looking like a male model. Even the shirt was struggling to hold onto his tight physique and muscles.
The party started to get to its swing as Sonarika awaited the arrival of Meghna. Priyanka arrived at the party being greeted by Hemant. He introduced her to Kunal as they interacted to recent business happenings.
When other guests arrived , Mouni got a chance to talk alone with Sonarika.
"I have to say I am definitely shocked" Mouni confessed.
"Shocked for what?"
"Your husband obviously , did you exchange him or something?"
"Don't be ridiculous"
"His transformation is ridiculous"
"Is that so?"
"Precisely , I mean. The first time I saw him was in that party coming with you and that night , he was an overweight , sloggy , bland of an excuse of a personality. A literal personification of Langoor when standing alongside you. But now , he is like the personification of elegance and positive masculinity. If you looked at the old Hemant and this one at the same time , I would say they are two different people"
"That is just the result of his hardwork. He wanted to bring out the best version of himself. And he did that with dedication and concentration to his craft and his health. What you see before you Mouni is the perfect example of a man taking his life back rather than loosing himself in the chaos of the world"
"Now this explains your duality"
"What?"
"Well you know , Vikram and Hemant. Both these men give you something , and now you wanna keep both of them"
"What the hell are you talking about?"
"Oh come on Sonarika. Do I look stupid? You were fine eating your avocadoes and healthy meal with Vikram , but when Hemant transformed from a bland burger to a juicy kabbab , the wife in you have awakened to taste him as well"
"That is a terrible analogy Mouni. And unlike you , I don't choose between my men. I do have a messy life , and I know I strayed , its my fault. But I never differentiated between Hemant and Vikram , both are a mirror of my identity and I am trying to reclaim it and forge a path that will fix everything"
"You keep saying that , and yet here you are. Still not convinced with whom you should go"
"Maybe I want both , ever think of that?"
"Very funny Sonarika. I know Polygamy is a real thing. But this society will never accept that , at the end of the day you'll have to let one go. Its only a matter of time"
"Your wrong Mouni. I will fix my life , and I definitely don't need your opinion for it"
Sonarika walked away a little upset from the conversation with Mouni. Mouni smiled knowing the familiar situation she once went through.
IN THE STREETS OF MUMBAI
Meghna and Disha were on her scooty riding their way through the street to reach Hemant and Sonarika's place to the birthday party. Meghna was wearing a pink satin sleeveless kurti with a white shawl , her specs on her face glowing in the street lights. While Disha was wearing a slim figure hugging mini dress with ample view of her cleavage. They were going by the location of Galaxy Apartments when Meghna told Disha to wait. She was curious to see what was Vikram doing in Sonarika's special night. When she arrived at Vikram's door and ring the bell , she was greeted by the sight of a dull Vikram who was sitting there eating chocolate ice cream.
"Vikram what are you doing here. Aren't you going to attend Sonarika's birthday party?"
"Don't be ridiculous Meghna , tonight is a special night for her and her family. I have no role there"
"You cannot be serious. Just because your relation with her is secret doesn't mean she is not important to you"
"You don't understand Meghna. Our relationship is a little stale , ever since the yatch trip. She still haven't forgiven me and she is right to be mad at me. I want her to be happy on her special day Meghna , that is all I want for her"
"And you think she will be happy knowing you are never going to be there for her?"
"I am not the source of her happiness for tonight Meghna. She has a family , a child , a sister and more importantly a husband she can be happy with. And its best I am not there , but can you do something for me?"
"What is it?"
"Give this gift to her , I've been keeping it packed for a week now. I don't know whether she'll love it or hate it. But I want her to have it. Give my wishes for her Meghna , that's all"
"Vikram , you look miserable"
"I've always been miserable Meghna. Ever since childhood , I've been given a lot and taken a lot from me. I wasn't fortunate enough to get love from mother and father at the same time. I endured the loss of my brother. I lost my Sarika and I had no one to blame for. And now , I am moving away from Sonarika because I am a miserable person. This is always been my fate Meghna , I was destined to always loose something in my life. I guess Sonarika is just another important part of my life that I will have to let go"
"Vikram please, get a hold of yourself"
"Its okay Meghna. I swore to Sonarika that I will not drink anymore and I will honor that promise , not just because of her. But she wanted me to be a better human and I will try being that , regardless of what I loose"
"Okay"
"And please Meghna , don't try to persuade her for me. I want her to be happy , and if her happiness is being with her family then I want that for her. Maybe our relationship was never meant to last. Just don't bother her about me. That's all. Have a nice time at the party. Good night"
"Good night Vikram"
As Meghna was walking away taking Vikram's gift with her. She felt a strange feeling of regret and sadness for Vikram and his life. She wasn't aware he had endured that much tragedy , in that rare moment , she questioned her revenge , to see that guys like Vikram are falling victim to her games. She could understand Sonarika's behavior but she also acknowledged the fact that Vikram accepts his mistake.
Meghna was still curious though as she reached Disha and got into the back of her scooty. They continued their journey to Sonarika's place. Her mind was curious , wondering what change Hemant was gone through to the point Sonarika is unwilling to let him go. They rode swiftly towards their destination as the sun had set and the nightlife in Mumbai started to awaken.
The moment Meghna and Disha stepped into the elegantly decorated hall of Sonarika and Hemant's apartment home, they felt the electric charge in the air. Color lights twinkled, children ran around with balloons, and soft music hummed in the background. But all of this faded for them when their eyes found Hemant. Disha felt her breath hitch as she saw her former boss in his light purple hue shirt, the open bow tie casually dbangd over his shoulders, his blazer pants hugging his strong frame just right. She had always fantasized about him, even when he was just her strict, slightly boring boss at QUADRON. But today, he looked like a dream sculpted by desire itself.
But as Meghna noticed Hemant , she had a hard time believing her eyes. She checked her specs in her face as if its trying to fool her with some visual trickery but no , it was really Hemant. But not the borning , simple , fat bellied , slow poked , hard to breath , below average guy Hemant but rather strong , handsome , dashing , alluring , a never before seen Hemant. Meghna had a hard time contemplating if this was really him , how can a man that was the last person to be anywhere charming end up become the personification of style and statement. Her mind only had one person she could compare with and it was Vikram , Vikram in his elite meets , dressed in sharp and precise suits that were tailored and ironed to display his royalty and allure. Hemant on the other hand ditched the tie , has no jacket but instead his well maintained and smooth shirt doing a little job of hiding his muscular frame. He was already a large man when he was fat , but now getting into shape , he has become a six and a half feet of sex appeal and charm.
Meghna, felt a strange flutter in her chest. She remembered him as a chubby, unimpressive man in the past — how could this be the same person? Her disbelief melted into a kind of intoxicating fascination, a warmth that pooled funny thoughts in her mind.
As Hemant moved around greeting guests with that confident, easy smile, he ended up meeting Disha as she looked back with a smile. Hemant greeted her with a hug as Disha felt that hug creating a sudden vortex of reactions in her mind and body. Flashes of naughty scenarios going through her brain as she separates from Hemant.
Her fling with Meghna was thrilling, yes, but this was something different — an old forbidden fantasy now embodied in living, breathing perfection. Each movement of Hemant’s broad shoulders, the gentle way he held his son, the way his shirt clung to his sculpted chest — it all drove her mad with a new, unexpected hunger. She found herself comparing him to the shallow men she had dated, none of whom exuded this dangerous mix of charm and raw masculinity.
The cake-cutting ceremony commenced, and everyone gathered around the beautiful mother and son duo. Sonarika and Karan giggled, smeared a bit of frosting on each other, and then lovingly fed Hemant. Disha felt a pang of envy so sharp it almost made her dizzy — how lucky Sonarika was to share those intimate, picture-perfect moments with him. Hemant had a radiant smile as he bent down to kiss his wife’s cheek, his hand resting protectively on her lower back.
Photographers flitted around, capturing the family in loving poses. Sonarika leaned into Hemant’s chest, her face glowing with happiness and pride. Meghna felt her own heart twist as she watched her best friend’s joy. But instead of pure affection, she felt a strange pulse directed wholly at her best friend's new and improved husband — it was electric, almost primal. Disha stood beside her, hands clenched at her sides, unable to stop staring. Their eyes met briefly, and both women recognized the same wild spark in each other. For Disha, it was a bittersweet torture, realizing the man she had fantasized about now stood before her, unattainable yet so close she could almost taste him.
Meghna got a chance to meet with Sonarika in private.
"So , now I finally understand your turmoil" Meghna stated.
"You now? I just managed to ignore Mouni saying the same thing ok"
"What did she say?"
"A terrible analogy with food regarding Vicky and Hemant"
"Let me guess , Hemant is the Kabbab?"
"What? How did you know?"
"I mean , it makes sense. When you said Hemant has changed , I didn't expect a transformation to this level"
"Yeah , sometimes I am stunned too. But I definitely appreciate it"
"Oh that I know , considering you just abandoned your boyfriend"
"What are you talking about?"
"When I came here , I made a pit stop at Vikram's place. He said you are still salty and angry regarding the incident in the yatch"
Sonarika realized Vikram was still initiating that part of his plan , his planned separation from her. She decided to act along.
"Is that so? What was he doing?"
"Oh he definitely wasn't drunk. He said he promised you he will never touch alcohol again and he intends to be faithful to that promise. It looked ridiculous seeing him eating chocolate ice cream in a bowl sitting on the couch all messy"
"He was eating chocolate ice cream?"
"Yeah , he was. Why did you ask?"
"Well , its my desired eating habit. Eating chocolate ice cream in a bowl"
"Oh , so I guess the compatibility between you two are more than moderate I guess"
"Stop it Meghna"
"Fine , here you go. Vikram wanted you to have this"
Meghna handed over a small giftbox to Sonarika. It had a symbol that resembled the letter V , but from a specific angle , a curve layer forms on top of the V forming a heart shape. Sonarika appreciated the design and the subtlety in his message.
Sonarika in that moment thought about him. The whole day she managed not to think of her struggles and focused on her family , her commitment to Hemant. But right now , as Meghna gave this gift , as she described how miserable he was , she knew Vikram was depressed from the reality of them separating. She looked at it for few seconds and then tried her best to put a lid to her emotions as she kept the gift in her bedroom and continued with the party.
As the party wounded down and guests started drifting away, Meghna and Disha slipped out together, sharing a knowing, heated glance. Meghna felt a deliciously wicked urge bubbling up inside her. She turned to Disha, her lips curling into a mischievous smile.
As they were on Disha's scooter riding away , Meghna decided to get a bit adventurous. Her hand travelled down near her crotch area and Meghna noticed Disha's body was pulsing. She soon noticed her hand trying to reach her nether regions as Disha warned her.
"Meghna , please don't do that. Or else we will end up in the bottom of a truck!"
"Well , you are pulsing. I wonder why"
"I think you already know that answer Meghna"
"Yup , I definitey do. And you're right , he has definitely changed. I am astounded by his tranformation. Its like they are two different persons"
"No , its the same. Even back then , I used to admire him because of his kind nature and warm attitude. The only negative I found was his out of shape appearance. And seeing him transform before my eyes , he turned into a complete package for me"
"That explains the pulsing of your body right now"
"That is not the only reason. A few hours ago when he first meet me , he embraced me and his hand grinded on my butt. At that moment , I really wished he would grab my butt and squeeze it. His warmth , that heat of his body , the tightness in his arms. It was intoxicating"
"Goodness young lady , you're completely attracted to him!"
"You don't say. Sometimes even I feel embarassed of myself. I've been working his same position in QUADRON right now , which means his cabin is my cabin. There are times I would just sit in the chair he used to sit in the past and create naughty thoughts in my head"
"Like?"
"Like , during our work days , when I started the rumor that I was having an affair with my boss. The rumor helped in getting control on some of the male employees. I never gave those rumors much thought. When he got into shape and came to the office in his final days in QUADRON as a charmer. I really wished those rumors were true"
"So you imagined those rumors in your head in that cabin didn't you?"
"Yeah"
"What kind of imaginations Disha?"
"Its pretty naughty"
"Well , we're both in a very naughty mood"
"Not now missy. If we do this now , this will be our last naughtiness"
Both of them giggled as they rode off to Meghna's apartment.
Meghna and Disha stumbled into the apartment, their laughter echoing through the empty space. The birthday party had been wonderful, a whirlwind of happy moments and friendly times that left them both wholesome and warm. But it was the sight of Hemant that had left the most lasting impression. His transformation was nothing short of astonishing, and it had sparked a flame in both of them. And remembering him made them both breathless and giddy.
Meghna's pink kurti clung to her, the white shawl dbangd carelessly around her shoulders. Disha's miniskirt dress hugged her curves, a tantalizing sight that made Meghna's heart race. Their eyes met, and the air between them crackled with electricity.
Without a word, they moved towards each other, their lips meeting in a passionate kiss. Clothes began to fall away, the kurti ripping as Disha tugged it off Meghna's shoulders. Their breaths mingled, heavy with desire, as they moved towards the bedroom.
Meghna was soon ready with her strap on. Disha could feel the tip of the lubricated strap on rub up and down her tummy as Meghna continued to grind against her once or twice more before pulling back. Meghna grabbed the fake cock about to guide it down when Disha placed her hand over Meghna’s and the strap on.
"Wait....let me lead it..."
Meghna smiled as she let Disha take control. Meghna began sucking on Disha’s neck as Disha led the rubber toy over her mound and across her awaiting entrance. She gleamed towards Meghna who had a look of total lust in her eyes as she imperceptibly thrust the cock forward into Disha.
"mmmm"
Disha gasped as she felt the cock burrow deep inside her. She could feel that inane sense of fullness that only a cock could bring. Meghna let it lie in her for a moment before slowly retracting and beginning again.
Disha could feel her desire rise and with it an oncoming orgasm, the strap on sliding in and out of her with ease as Meghna handled it like someone with plenty of experience. Between Meghna's probing tongue and the shaft of the fake cock , Disha was loosing herself.
"Wow.....this feels so good...ahhh.." Disha moaned her appreciations.
"Ahhh....you wanna make it better Disha?" Meghna asked in baited breaths.
"Yessss...." Disha confessed.
"Then forget me.....think of him....aaahhh...think of your boss....I am not the one fucking you....ahhh....its him.....ahhh.....its Hemant..."
"Ahhh...aahhh.....its hard to do....aaahhh....because....mmm.....you don't have his physique...hmmm"
"Then imagine it......mmmhhh....aahhh...imagine his rough hands.....imagine if he actually gropped your butt few hours ago like this.....ahhhh"
Saying that Meghna clenched her fingers on Disha's succulent ass. Her fingers clinging into her flesh.
Disha to searched out Meghna’s tongue with her own as the older woman subtly worked the strap on deep inside Disha. She alternated between slow deep thrusts and quick shallow nudges, driving Disha into a state of ecstasy. Disha moaned as she felt Meghna’s thumb brush her clit and gently stroke in time with her thrusts.
The room filled with the sound of their ragged breaths, their moans echoing off the walls. Meghna's thrusts grew more insistent, Disha's desire building as she imagined Hemant's hands on her body. Her cries grew louder, her body shaking as she was reaching her climax.
Meghna had her pinned to the bed and was fucking her for all she was worth. She moved her hips in faster, trying to drive her partner closer and closer to an orgasm.
"Oh Meghna! Oh Ah!"
Disha moaned clearly on the brink. Meghna dropped her hand and began to fiddle with Disha's clit.
"YES! YES! YES YESYESYESYESYESYESYESYES."
Disha shouted. Meghna had one more weapon in her arsenal. She took her finger that was coated in Disha's pussy juice and proceeded to push them against her ass.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
Disha screamed as her eyes rolled back into her head and an intense orgasm hit her sexy body harder than Meghna had anticipated.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHH"
Disha continued screaming in that orgasm that seemed intense and longer. Disha’s long awaited orgasm caused her body to shake violently for a brief moment then all her muscles went limp. As if she was drained out of energy and stregth.
Meghna comforted her as she was recovering.
"So , how was it"
"The best ever!"
"Is that so?"
"Yeah , it was like I was being fucked by two of my favorite people"
"So you did imagine me as well"
"Well , I am familiar with your fucking. Not by boss's"
"Tell me Disha , what were those naughty thoughts in your head?"
"Oh , its the office sex scenario. I sit on the chair he sat long ago. In a way , I feel a warmth from him. To me its embarassing , because I am sexualizing my own mentor"
"There is no problem in that? There is a reason you sexualize him."
"Yeah , he has set a really high standard for men in my life. There are very few like him"
"But do you think he is feisty in bed? I've been friends with Sonarika and I can tell you , long ago , she wasn't satisfied"
"She is definitely satisfied now. I mean look at him"
"The physique doesn't matter if he is not packing downstairs"
"Oh he is definitely packing downstairs"
"How do you know?"
"Well"
"Don't tell me you've seen him nude"
"No , not at all. But I did see him once working out in the gym below our office on early morning. He was working out in shorts and I definitely saw an outline that was moving inside it"
"My goodness woman , you are a creep!"
"Like I said , I am smitten by him. Its a good thing he left Quadron , or else I might've tried to turn the affair rumor about us into a reality"
"You can still do"
"NO , even though I am smitten by him. I respect the boundaries of his family life. He deeply loves Sonarika madam and has a wonderful son. To me he will always be a wonderful man and a great inspiration. But deep inside , he will also stay a guilty pleasure that I will only observe and never approach"
Disha was feeling weak from the incredible orgasm she had so she started to pass out. Meghna happily caressed her as she drifted off to sleep. Meghna’s mind was still humming with the echoes of the birthday party as she slipped away from Disha’s sleeping form and padded softly into her study. The air felt thick with possibility, her bare legs brushing against the wooden chair as she sat down. Her thoughts wandered inevitably to Hemant , the new, chiseled Hemant who seemed to radiate an effortless magnetism she hadn’t noticed before. His broad shoulders, his strong jawline, the way his stance emanated with casual power; it all looped in her mind like a dangerous mantra. Meghna tugged at her kurti’s hem absentmindedly, her breath shallow and restless, each memory igniting something primal beneath her skin.
She felt a shift in the room, a presence behind her that made her spine tingle. Turning around, her breath caught.
Hemant stood there, as vivid and solid as the ache in her chest. Before she could even find words, he closed the distance, his lips trailing across her face, her jaw, her sensitive neck. Meghna whimpered, trying weakly to push him away, but each touch unraveled her resolve, melting her defiance into a pool of want. When his hands found her waist, lifting her effortlessly onto her work desk, her mind dissolved into a haze of heat and tremors.
Their bodies collided with a desperate rhythm, Hemant’s grip on her hips grounding her as he thrust deeper into her fantasy. Meghna clutched at his shoulders, nails digging in, every nerve alive with electricity. The stack of papers beneath her crumpled, pens clattered to the floor, but she was beyond caring. The room shrank to the raw, shuddering intimacy of their joined bodies, her head fell back into the dim-lit air. The crescendo built rapidly inside her, rising higher than she’d ever allowed herself to climb — a reckless, all-consuming wave that threatened to drown her.
And then, as her orgasm tore through her, Meghna’s eyes snapped open to the crushing silence of reality. She was standing by the window, her fingers still clenched into the curtain, sweat beading on her forehead. No Hemant. No heaving breaths or strong arms. Just the faint hum of the ceiling fan and Disha’s muffled breathing from the other room. Staggering back, she glanced at her trembling hands, the remnants of her imagined lover fading like a dream.
Slowly, she slipped back into the bedroom, finding Disha still lost in her own satiated slumber. Disha lay there, limbs spread in surrender, still dreaming perhaps of the man Meghna had tempted her to conjure. Meghna stood in the doorway for a moment, her gaze unreadable, then reached for a cigarette and lit it by the window, the smoke curling around her like a secret. Hemant’s image refused to leave her, no longer just an annoying presence in her plans for her best friend and her lover but an invader in her imagination and fascination. As she exhaled, her lips parted with a strange, involuntary smile—because she knew something had shifted tonight. The game had only just begun.
BACK IN HEMANT'S APARTMENT
Sonarika sat on the edge of the bed, her fingers trembling slightly as they traced the delicate wrapping gifts before her. The house had grown silent after hours of laughter and cake—Karan had fallen asleep clutching a new toy, and Hemant was in the balcony, enjoying his moment of quiet. She sighed, remembering the warmth in Hemant’s eyes when he handed her his gift, the pride in his voice as he called her his strength. He had seen her as the gentle force that had pulled him from the abyss of illness, inspiring him to reclaim his health and spirit. As she unwrapped his gift, it was a small statue showpiece of a traditional Indian king and queen posing together, she read the letterings in the bottom of the statue on the plak.
'We’ll keep moving together. This is our kingdom'
It was a token of gratitude, of devotion, of a man who adored her as the foundation of his world.
She set the showpiece aside gently, her eyes shifting to the smaller, more discreet package that had arrived through Meghna's hands, hidden among the pile of other gifts. Vikram’s handwriting leaped out at her, curling and bold, echoing his restless energy. As she untied the ribbon, her breath caught; inside lay a delicate pendant shaped like a bird mid-flight, shimmering as if it were alive.
Sonarika could not believe it. She knew that pendant. On the first day of their stay in Bali , when they went shopping , Sonarika saw this pendant as a showcase , it resonated with her but upon seeing the pricetag and how expensive it was. She let it go , her mind still clinging to her ordinary lifestyle. It turns out , Vikram did buy that pendant. And now he has gifted it to her!
Along with that pendant had a greeting card , which had a poem written in Vikram's amazing handwriting pattern.
Two birds take wing beneath a crimson dawn,
Their hearts alight with secrets yet unspoken.
Through endless skies, they chase the sun beyond,
In love and flight, all limits fall — all worlds thrown open.
Vikram saw her not as an anchor, but as a wild, untamed spirit. Through his eyes, she felt like the wind, free and infinite, unbound by the everyday obligations that tied her to Hemant. The pendant felt like an invitation, a whispered promise of adventures beyond the borders of her current life—of nights wrapped in stolen kisses and mornings painted with sunrises on distant shores.
Yet as she held both gifts in her hands, Sonarika’s heart seemed to split along an invisible seam. With Hemant, she felt safe, cherished, a goddess within the temple of his devotion. He depended on her strength, saw her as the beating heart of their family. But with Vikram, her pulse quickened in ways she could scarcely admit even to herself; he saw her not as someone to be leaned upon but as someone to run alongside into the unknown. Each man offered her a mirror reflecting a different version of herself: the nurturer, the adventurer; the rooted tree and the soaring bird. Her mind flickered between them like a restless flame, questioning whether it was possible—or fair—to hold both dreams within the same fragile vessel of her heart.
Tears welled in her eyes as she pressed the bird pendant to her lips, her mind awash in conflicting tides of love and longing. Was her heart big enough to cradle two worlds without tearing itself apart? Could she continue dancing between warmth and wildfire without consuming herself? Sonarika felt the weight of her choices gathering in her chest, each breath a delicate negotiation between fidelity and freedom. Tonight, amidst the afterglow of birthday candles and the hush of her sleeping family, she felt herself standing at a precipice—achingly aware that her feelings for both men was real, yet unable to see where this dangerous, luminous path might lead her.
Out the bedroom , in the balcony , Hemant was sitting in the chair contemplating about the events of these few days. But one name and face echoed in his mind , a face he lost long ago. Ashnoor was imbedded as a source of pain in his body , a greiving loss he still haven't recovered. Now when he is in the sensational pedestal of fame , his mind remembers her. A promise he made for her , a forever after in a different world. All of it came shattered down in a night of tears and suffering. A night he never thought he would ever recover from.
As he was sitting there exhausted from the chaos of a wonderful birthday party. He felt somewhat at peace. He picked up his phone and checked out the social media. Sonarika as it turns out posted the pictures of her family in her profile , earning praises from everyone. Hemant surfed the socials and eventually he ended up checking out Pranitha's social media which definitely stunned him.
Pranitha posted a picture about few hours ago , posing in a black bikini and an open shirt waving like a flag standing near a pool and across that pool was the vibrant sea. Hemant deduced the place was definitely some resort in Maldives and he confirmed it when he saw a resort name being tagged to it. Her amazing body on display with a quote on her photo's description.
'Here for the ocean breeze, the sun on my skin, and the joy of simply existing — not for your unsolicited opinions or wandering eyes. Keep your gaze, I’ll keep my freedom'
Hemant for some reason felt like this pic was posted by her to mock him. Considering their last conversation ended in a condescending note. He immediately checked Rony's profile just for a little clarification for himself and that definitely gave him clarity. Rony's last pic which he posted just an hour before Pranitha posted had the same view of the sea. And that photo too had the same resort tagged. This cleared the doubt in his head realizing that Pranitha and Rony are most likely trying to rekindle their lost spark.
As Hemant was thinking about these things. His thoughts were abrupty interrupted when he recieved a message on his phone. A private message that only said
'Package Is Being Delivered'
All the different thoughts and pains he was experiencing few minutes ago just vanished in an instant. His mind was engulfed into the plans and motives that has been rupturing his mind for some time. He stood up and looked to the view of the city as he braced for something. As if waiting for a reaction.
SAME TIME IN SHANGHAI, CHINA.
The streets of Shuangqiao Nancun was more crowded than last time , with an important cultural festival coming , there were decorations being made on street sides. And through that streets , a caucasian woman this time was walking holding a briefcase. Her destination was the familiar Golden Yang Hotel. She arrived at the reception deck asking the woman behind the desk of Ricky Tan. She led the woman upstairs to the main room of the manager , where Ricky Tan was resting , sitting on his chair looking over his hotel lobby and the street below.
His employee escorted the woman in as Ricky Stood up seeing the familiar caucasian woman.
"Mr.Tan , I am here to deliver a message"
She opened the briefcase on the table before him and picked up an envelope. Ricky took the envelope from her as she closed the briefcase. He opened it and the moment he took out its content , the blood on his body went cold.
The envelope contained images of the notorious WuTang brothers , but not alive. Images showed their corpses with one of the brother having a decapitated head. Ricky was terrified seeing the sight. He remembered the words he said to his assistant when he ordered the brothers to take out the target.
'If he is some average , common man. These brothers are more than enough. But if that guy is indeed Michael King , then even the whole of THE TRIAD won't be enough!'
These photos gave him the much needed confirmation. He was hoping the target was some random guy , but these images, it showed the telltale sign that they have found him. As he was looking at the photos , his phone lit up with a private number calling. A chill ran on his spine as he looked up towards the caucasian woman. The woman smiled and responded.
"You should take it. That call is important"
With trembling hands , Ricky picked up the call , he answered it and put it into his ears.
"Hello" He said with baited breath waiting for the response from the other side.
The other side was in Mumbai , right there in that balcony, Hemant had his phone planted to his ear as the archangel ring tied on a thread was wrapped around his shoulder while the thumb on his other hand was massaging the Garuda ring on his index finger. Within the calmness of the night sky , Hemant said with a low but defiant tone.
"Ricky Tan....We Need To Talk!"
END OF CHAPTER 16
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