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Chapter 62 – The Past Shadows & The Cochin Lead
Rohan and Aadhil slipped out of the new house like shadows — the sun dipping low, casting long silhouettes across the driveway.
They moved quickly — Rohan unlocking his car with a quiet beep, Aadhil sliding into the passenger seat.
Nitin's car wasn't far off — headlights already visible down the road.
They pulled away just in time — gravel crunching under tires, the house shrinking in the rearview mirror.
Inside, Nivi and Vani were left alone — the air heavy with unspoken shame, the moans from earlier still echoing in their minds.
Rohan drove to his penthouse — the city lights flickering on, the drive silent but charged with victory.
They arrived — Rohan pouring two beers from the fridge, handing one to Aadhil.
They clinked bottles — leaning against the kitchen counter.
Rohan laughed first — low, triumphant.
"We are this close to taking them completely."
Aadhil grinned — "Yes... closer than I thought."
Rohan took a sip — eyes gleaming.
"Actually... I never thought we'd groom sluts like them in such a short time period."
Aadhil chuckled — "Me neither. Married women... mothers. But we did it. Patience paid off."
Rohan nodded
Something reminded Aadhil as his smile faded slightly.
"We have to be patient still. It still sends me shivering when I think about past events... the rage in Vikram's eyes... I could not forget it."
Aadhil's expression darkened — beer paused mid-sip.
"Glad that incident didn't damage us. Hilltop was too close. One wrong move, and we would've been exposed... or worse."
Rohan waved a hand — dismissing.
"Vikram is past. No need to speak about him."
Aadhil leaned forward — voice low, insistent.
"But we have to be careful about Vani and Nivi. They are sharp-minded. If they realize we've tricked them so far... they would turn against us. It's our luck they didn't smell our traps yet."
Rohan set his beer down — serious now.
"Yes... but as you reminded me i could not now consider Vikram as a past. He's still in Cochin, and he's been friends with my wife. If she hears about what happened at hilltop... she will unplug all my links with her father's business empire."
Rohan sighed — rubbing his temple.
"I'm aware. Vikram won't add salt to his own wound. He knows what we did... but he's too broken to speak."
Aadhil nodded — slowly.
"Yes... so what's the next plan?" aadhil asked..
Rohan picked up his beer again — smile returning.
"Nivi is the right candidate for DP. She didn't argue about you when I was traveling with her yesterday. She's opening up."
Rohan — "How about Vani?"
Aadhil — "She's easy. All you need to do is tell her you're much richer than me... she'll spread her legs."
Rohan laughed — "Shit, no... not my type. That's the reason I feel awkward. She's not that challenging."
anyways,...
Rohan — "Okay... I have informed her about the Cochin trip. It's up to you to tune her. For now, I would give her a break... no more sex for 3-4 days until we reach Cochin. Let's take care of Vani when we get success with Nivi."
Aadhil raised his bottle — "Cheers."
They clinked again — the sound echoing in the quiet penthouse.
But the air felt heavier now — Vikram's name hanging like a ghost.
Back in Cochin – Prem's Investigation
Prem visited the college where Rohan had studied — a sprawling campus in kerala, old buildings with red-tiled roofs, students milling under banyan trees.
He had leads — Rohan's batch year, Aadhil's one year junior.
Different departments — Rohan in business management, Aadhil in engineering.
He wondered how they connected.
He went to the alumni office — posed as an old friend looking for contacts.
The clerk — bored, flipping through files — "Rohan... yes, graduated 2005. Good student."
"And Aadhil?" Prem asked casually.
"2006. Engineering. They knew each other, I think."
Prem — "How?"
Clerk shrugged — "Sports, maybe. Let me check the old albums."
She pulled out a dusty photo book — tournament winners.
There — a photo of the basketball match.
Rohan and Aadhil spotted together — arms around each other, grinning, trophies in hand.
Prem's heart skipped.
He enquired about it to the person there — an old coach, sipping tea on the bench.
They said Aadhil is one year junior and Rohan is senior.
"There was a player Madhavan... who was furious. Something happened that made Madhavan quit basketball... people say Rohan and Aadhil played foul with him."
Prem — leaning in — "What happened?"
Coach — vague — "Rumors. A girl involved, maybe. Fight after a party. Madhavan left college soon after. Never heard from him again."
Prem finally thought he got a lead.
The secrets are going to get out?
He pocketed a copy of the photo — mind racing.
Back to the hotel — he stared at it.
Two young men — connected deeper than business.
What foul play?
What girl?
And how does Nivi fit?
The hilltop incident — whatever it was — was key.
Prem decided to find Madhavan.
The truth was closer.
But so was the danger.
Rohan and Aadhil slipped out of the new house like shadows — the sun dipping low, casting long silhouettes across the driveway.
They moved quickly — Rohan unlocking his car with a quiet beep, Aadhil sliding into the passenger seat.
Nitin's car wasn't far off — headlights already visible down the road.
They pulled away just in time — gravel crunching under tires, the house shrinking in the rearview mirror.
Inside, Nivi and Vani were left alone — the air heavy with unspoken shame, the moans from earlier still echoing in their minds.
Rohan drove to his penthouse — the city lights flickering on, the drive silent but charged with victory.
They arrived — Rohan pouring two beers from the fridge, handing one to Aadhil.
They clinked bottles — leaning against the kitchen counter.
Rohan laughed first — low, triumphant.
"We are this close to taking them completely."
Aadhil grinned — "Yes... closer than I thought."
Rohan took a sip — eyes gleaming.
"Actually... I never thought we'd groom sluts like them in such a short time period."
Aadhil chuckled — "Me neither. Married women... mothers. But we did it. Patience paid off."
Rohan nodded
Something reminded Aadhil as his smile faded slightly.
"We have to be patient still. It still sends me shivering when I think about past events... the rage in Vikram's eyes... I could not forget it."
Aadhil's expression darkened — beer paused mid-sip.
"Glad that incident didn't damage us. Hilltop was too close. One wrong move, and we would've been exposed... or worse."
Rohan waved a hand — dismissing.
"Vikram is past. No need to speak about him."
Aadhil leaned forward — voice low, insistent.
"But we have to be careful about Vani and Nivi. They are sharp-minded. If they realize we've tricked them so far... they would turn against us. It's our luck they didn't smell our traps yet."
Rohan set his beer down — serious now.
"Yes... but as you reminded me i could not now consider Vikram as a past. He's still in Cochin, and he's been friends with my wife. If she hears about what happened at hilltop... she will unplug all my links with her father's business empire."
Rohan sighed — rubbing his temple.
"I'm aware. Vikram won't add salt to his own wound. He knows what we did... but he's too broken to speak."
Aadhil nodded — slowly.
"Yes... so what's the next plan?" aadhil asked..
Rohan picked up his beer again — smile returning.
"Nivi is the right candidate for DP. She didn't argue about you when I was traveling with her yesterday. She's opening up."
Rohan — "How about Vani?"
Aadhil — "She's easy. All you need to do is tell her you're much richer than me... she'll spread her legs."
Rohan laughed — "Shit, no... not my type. That's the reason I feel awkward. She's not that challenging."
anyways,...
Rohan — "Okay... I have informed her about the Cochin trip. It's up to you to tune her. For now, I would give her a break... no more sex for 3-4 days until we reach Cochin. Let's take care of Vani when we get success with Nivi."
Aadhil raised his bottle — "Cheers."
They clinked again — the sound echoing in the quiet penthouse.
But the air felt heavier now — Vikram's name hanging like a ghost.
Back in Cochin – Prem's Investigation
Prem visited the college where Rohan had studied — a sprawling campus in kerala, old buildings with red-tiled roofs, students milling under banyan trees.
He had leads — Rohan's batch year, Aadhil's one year junior.
Different departments — Rohan in business management, Aadhil in engineering.
He wondered how they connected.
He went to the alumni office — posed as an old friend looking for contacts.
The clerk — bored, flipping through files — "Rohan... yes, graduated 2005. Good student."
"And Aadhil?" Prem asked casually.
"2006. Engineering. They knew each other, I think."
Prem — "How?"
Clerk shrugged — "Sports, maybe. Let me check the old albums."
She pulled out a dusty photo book — tournament winners.
There — a photo of the basketball match.
Rohan and Aadhil spotted together — arms around each other, grinning, trophies in hand.
Prem's heart skipped.
He enquired about it to the person there — an old coach, sipping tea on the bench.
They said Aadhil is one year junior and Rohan is senior.
"There was a player Madhavan... who was furious. Something happened that made Madhavan quit basketball... people say Rohan and Aadhil played foul with him."
Prem — leaning in — "What happened?"
Coach — vague — "Rumors. A girl involved, maybe. Fight after a party. Madhavan left college soon after. Never heard from him again."
Prem finally thought he got a lead.
The secrets are going to get out?
He pocketed a copy of the photo — mind racing.
Back to the hotel — he stared at it.
Two young men — connected deeper than business.
What foul play?
What girl?
And how does Nivi fit?
The hilltop incident — whatever it was — was key.
Prem decided to find Madhavan.
The truth was closer.
But so was the danger.
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