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Chapter 5 Continuation:
Nivi glanced at Prem.
Prem nodded, grateful. “Good idea. Thanks, man.”
She accepted, shy smile. “Thank you, Prakash.”
Prakash saved her number immediately.
Now I can track her.
Following weeks.
Prakash tried early returns again.
Stomach ache. Headache. “Friend’s send-off.”
Rush home — door locked every time.
Where the fuck is she?
Doubt crept even into his mind.
Cheating already? Some secret lover?
She was too beautiful. Too fair. Men would notice.
One day, he took full leave.
“Family emergency — friend flying to UK.”
Pratap frowned at the request.
Again? And Prem-Nivi staying at his place… Something felt off.
Prakash didn’t care. He hid near the apartment, waited. Watched Nivi leave — simple saree, hair tied, bag on shoulder. Followed from a distance. She entered a nearby textile shop.
Working? Hiding a job from Prem?
He waited outside, fuming.
Pratap, back at office, noted the absence.
Frowned deeper.
Prem, who was an overthinker, trusted him completely. Never even questioned once why Prakash was taking so many leaves or coming back early. That evening at the shop.
Slow day. Other women staff left early — festival errand.
Rakesh saw his chance.
Nivi stacking shelves in a quiet corner.
He moved in close — too close.
“Need help?” Hand “accidentally” brushing her breast as he reached past.
She stiffened.
“That color… perfect for your fair skin,” he murmured, eyes hungry on her chest.
Then bolder — hand on her waist, pulling her against him.
“You know I’ve been patient—”
Slap. Hard, echoing. Nivi’s palm stung, eyes blazing with fury.
Rakesh staggered, shocked.
Before he recovered, the door burst open.
Prakash rushed in, face twisted.
He kicked Rakesh hard in the back — the supervisor crumpled to the floor.
Nivi turned, breathless, shocked.
“Prakash…?”
Nivi glanced at Prem.
Prem nodded, grateful. “Good idea. Thanks, man.”
She accepted, shy smile. “Thank you, Prakash.”
Prakash saved her number immediately.
Now I can track her.
Following weeks.
Prakash tried early returns again.
Stomach ache. Headache. “Friend’s send-off.”
Rush home — door locked every time.
Where the fuck is she?
Doubt crept even into his mind.
Cheating already? Some secret lover?
She was too beautiful. Too fair. Men would notice.
One day, he took full leave.
“Family emergency — friend flying to UK.”
Pratap frowned at the request.
Again? And Prem-Nivi staying at his place… Something felt off.
Prakash didn’t care. He hid near the apartment, waited. Watched Nivi leave — simple saree, hair tied, bag on shoulder. Followed from a distance. She entered a nearby textile shop.
Working? Hiding a job from Prem?
He waited outside, fuming.
Pratap, back at office, noted the absence.
Frowned deeper.
Prem, who was an overthinker, trusted him completely. Never even questioned once why Prakash was taking so many leaves or coming back early. That evening at the shop.
Slow day. Other women staff left early — festival errand.
Rakesh saw his chance.
Nivi stacking shelves in a quiet corner.
He moved in close — too close.
“Need help?” Hand “accidentally” brushing her breast as he reached past.
She stiffened.
“That color… perfect for your fair skin,” he murmured, eyes hungry on her chest.
Then bolder — hand on her waist, pulling her against him.
“You know I’ve been patient—”
Slap. Hard, echoing. Nivi’s palm stung, eyes blazing with fury.
Rakesh staggered, shocked.
Before he recovered, the door burst open.
Prakash rushed in, face twisted.
He kicked Rakesh hard in the back — the supervisor crumpled to the floor.
Nivi turned, breathless, shocked.
“Prakash…?”
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