Adultery The Swamiji

[shailu4ever]

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The words hung heavy, pressing into the silence.
 

Rhea exhaled softly, a composed mask hiding the tiny stir of unease beneath. She was no stranger to unwanted attention, paparazzi, gossip writers, obsessive fans, all had chased her beauty before. But this was different. The SUV’s precision, its deliberate distance, its patient shadowing, was too calculated. Too professional.
 
To steady herself, she leaned her head against the cool window, watching Mumbai slip by in streams of neon and shadow: tea stalls glowing under flickering bulbs, lovers drifting along the Marine Drive promenade, the restless Arabian Sea murmuring against rocks. To most, the city thrived in constant chaos. Tonight, it held its breath.
 
Her phone vibrated again. A message. Unsigned, untraceable.
 

“You looked beautiful tonight. But beauty can be a dangerous gift. Be careful, Rhea.”
 

Her lips parted slightly, a whisper of breath escaping. No number, no display picture, no hint of the sender.
 
For the first time in years, her heart skipped, not from admiration, nor excitement, but from the icy thrill of unease. She showed the message silently to Kabir.
 
Kabir’s jaw tightened, his mind already racing through possibilities. “Spam ho sakta hai, Madam. Don’t reply. But still… the timing, the precision, someone is watching. And they know where you are.”
 
Rajesh’s voice lowered further, urgent now. “SUV abhi bhi piche hai.”
 
The BMW turned into Bandra’s quieter streets, the lamps flickering weakly like hesitant eyes. The SUV followed, unwavering, patient.
 
Rhea’s hand tightened around her phone, nails pressing into her palm. For the first time in a long time, she felt less like the untouchable star, and more like prey under a patient gaze. Her emerald eyes, normally so soft in repose, flicked toward the rear window. She saw nothing but a dark silhouette, still, waiting, watching.
 
Kabir’s voice was calm, low, and commanding. “Stay composed, Madam. Don’t let them see any fear. We’ll get you home safely.”
 
Rhea straightened, her posture flawless, every movement a quiet assertion of her power even in uncertainty.
 
Rajesh eased the BMW toward her sea-facing apartment complex. The gates parted slowly after the guards’ routine check, the sound of the metal scbanging against metal unusually loud in the tense night. As soon as they crossed the threshold, Kabir’s eyes scanned once more.
 
The SUV had stopped at the end of the lane, idling beneath the shadow of a banyan tree. Its headlights blinked once, twice, deliberate, like a signal, before fading entirely.
 
Rhea did not see the driver’s face. Only a dark, patient figure, unmoving, studying her.
 
Her breath caught. She straightened her back, moving through the lobby with her usual poise, her heels clicking with regal authority against polished marble. Yet, the shadow lingered in her mind, a weight that no amount of elegance could lift.
 
Kabir followed silently, a few steps behind, every muscle ready, every sense attuned. Somewhere deep inside, he knew this wasn’t the paparazzi. Not gossip hunters. Not another admirer.
 
This was something else. Something deliberate. Something far more dangerous.
 

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