26-01-2026, 11:17 AM
Chapter 75 – The Penthouse & The Reclaimed Bed
Prem stepped into the Chennai house just after noon the next day. The air smelled of fresh paint and jasmine from the new potted plants Nivi had insisted on.
Aara ran to him — small feet thumping — arms wide.
He scooped her up, kissed the top of her head, breathed her in. Coconut oil in her hair. Milk on her breath.
For a moment the hope flickered: maybe Nivi hadn’t fully entered this world yet. Maybe Rohan was still circling, still finding cracks. Maybe nothing irreversible had happened.
But the uncertainty gnawed.
He couldn’t let it touch Aara.
That evening, after dinner, he sat with Nivi in their new bedroom. Luxury everywhere — king bed with crisp white sheets, floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city lights, soft golden lamps. They were finally alone.
Prem cleared his throat.
“We’ve been circling business too much. Not spending enough time with Aara. I think… better she goes to a top college. Hostel. Safe. Structured.”
Nivi’s eyes flicked up — quick, sharp. Fear flashed for a second. The secret passages in the house. The hidden doors Rohan and Aadhil knew how to use. A child like Aara wandering… exposure could be catastrophic.
She swallowed.
“What if she feels odd looking at me…” she asked quietly.
Prem misunderstood — thought she meant being seen as neglecting Aara.
“We’ll manage. It’s for her.”
Nivi nodded slowly.
“Okay.”
Tiny conversation. Done.
Next morning she left for the office
Rohan, Vani, and Aadhil were already there.
The moment Nivi stepped in — Aadhil peeled away from his visitor chair at lobby, followed her straight into her cabin. Door closed - locked.
Rohan — in the adjacent cabin — heard it first.
Soft smooch. A low chuckle from Aadhil. Fabric rustling. Another kiss — longer, wetter.
Vani entered Rohan's cabin to give him a coffee.. Froze by the sound. Listened.
Her face changed — shock, then anger.
Half an hour later — Aadhil emerged, hand on Nivi’s lower back, guiding her out. They left together. No explanation.
Vani burst into Rohan’s cabin.
“What the hell is happening?”
Rohan looked up from his screen. Tired eyes.
“Aadhil and Nivi are a thing now. I hate to say it.”
Vani’s lip trembled.
“All those promises… were lies?”
Rohan stood. walked around the desk. Gentle hand on her shoulder.
“He ditched you overnight. She ditched me overnight. Nivi’s a slut. And Aadhil… he took what he wanted.”
Vani’s eyes filled.
“He even offered me so much money…promised me he would take me places like you did to Nivi… How did she manage to get him?
He’s not the only man here. I’m here too.”
Remember people telling i took Nivi to places.. I can make you too.
We are in the same boat now.. We are hurt, we need to teach them a lesson back.. We need to grow beyond them.
Vani shake her head in admission… we should teach them
Rohan’s jaw tightened.
“Come with me.”
She followed.
The car stopped at his penthouse — high floor, city view, the bedroom that had once been meant for Prem during business stays. Now Rohan’s.
Door shut behind them.
Rohan poured two glasses of whiskey. Handed one to her. She denied no..
He kept his glassed down.
Vani asked what really happened..
Rohan he told her everything.
How he separated Nivi emotionally from Prem — slow, careful conversations in Bangalore. Late-night calls. Gifts disguised as business favors. How he orchestrated taking Aadhil’s company along to keep Prem diverted with endless meetings. How he fucked her the first time — gentle at first, then deeper, making her crave the safety that turned into possession.
How the DP started as his fantasy — and ended with Aadhil claiming her completely.
I felt like a joker when she kissed him that way.. Allowed him to intensyfingly fuck her…
Vani listened. Silent. Glass untouched.
When he finished — she looked at him.
What do we do with them.. Nivi is no more in your life?
Rohan asked do you think you have any place for Aadhil within you?
She responded no.. i dont think so?
If I can take her to heights, I can take you too..
The results are very much before you..
And the huge sum was nothing before the company partnership… i will make you sign tomorrow and let you start as a silent partner in the company without even Nivi knowing…
Vani looked at him carefully…
Rohan said the final word. If i can make her great i can make you too
All you need to do is be loyal to me..
Will you ? Vani nodded
Rohan stepped closer.
Kissed her lips — soft at first. Testing.
She surrendered.
Mouth opened. Tongue met his. Hands slid up his chest.
He walked her backward — toward the bedroom.
The bed — wide, dark sheets — the one once meant for Prem.
Rohan pushed her down gently. She fell back — legs parting instinctively.
He stripped slow — shirt, belt, pants. Cock already hard, thick, curving upward.
Vani watched — breathing fast. Unbuttoned her blouse herself. Bra off. Breasts full, nipples tight.
Rohan climbed over her.
Kissed her neck — slow trail down. Teeth grazed collarbone. Mouth closed over one nipple — sucked hard. She arched, fingers in his hair.
His hand slid between her thighs — found her wet already. Fingers circled her clit — firm, steady. She moaned — low, needy.
“Rohan…”
He didn’t answer.
Just positioned himself. Head at her entrance.
One slow push — inch by inch — filling her completely.
Vani gasped — back bowing off the mattress.
He started thrusting — deep, controlled at first. Letting her feel every slide. Her walls clenched around him — greedy.
She wrapped legs around his waist — heels digging into his back.
“Harder…”
He obliged.
Hips snapped forward — heavier, faster. Bed creaked. Skin slapped skin.
Vani’s nails raked down his shoulders — red lines blooming.
He flipped her onto her stomach — pulled her hips high. Entered from behind — deeper angle now. Hand fisted her hair — not pulling hard, just holding. Controlled the rhythm.
She pushed back — meeting every thrust. Moans muffled into the pillow.
Rohan leaned over her — mouth at her ear.
“You’re mine now. Like she was.”
Vani whimpered — “Yes… yours…”
He reached under — fingers on her clit again. Rubbed fast circles while pounding deep.
She shattered first — walls clamping hard, body shaking. Silent cry into the pillow — thighs quivering.
Rohan didn’t stop.
Fucked her through it — prolonging the spasms until she was oversensitive, tiny jerks with every stroke.
Then shorter, vicious thrusts.
Low growl — buried to the root — pulsing thick ropes inside her. Grinding slow circles to empty every drop.
Stayed inside a long moment — breathing ragged against her neck.
Slowly pulled out. Cum leaked — thick, white, obscene.
He rolled her onto her back.
Looked down at her — wrecked, flushed, glowing.
Vani’s eyes opened slowly. Met his.
A small, secret curve touched her lips.
Same as Nivi’s that morning.
Rohan saw it.
He initiated one more round of sex this time its calmer slower and more gentle...
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Vani realised how a gentle sex looks unlike Aadhil who had been brutal.. she loved this...
She realized this is the right thing happened so far..
The penthouse stayed quiet.
Only their breathing.
And the city lights flickering outside.
The unraveling had found a new thread.
And it was pulling tight.
Prem stepped into the Chennai house just after noon the next day. The air smelled of fresh paint and jasmine from the new potted plants Nivi had insisted on.
Aara ran to him — small feet thumping — arms wide.
He scooped her up, kissed the top of her head, breathed her in. Coconut oil in her hair. Milk on her breath.
For a moment the hope flickered: maybe Nivi hadn’t fully entered this world yet. Maybe Rohan was still circling, still finding cracks. Maybe nothing irreversible had happened.
But the uncertainty gnawed.
He couldn’t let it touch Aara.
That evening, after dinner, he sat with Nivi in their new bedroom. Luxury everywhere — king bed with crisp white sheets, floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city lights, soft golden lamps. They were finally alone.
Prem cleared his throat.
“We’ve been circling business too much. Not spending enough time with Aara. I think… better she goes to a top college. Hostel. Safe. Structured.”
Nivi’s eyes flicked up — quick, sharp. Fear flashed for a second. The secret passages in the house. The hidden doors Rohan and Aadhil knew how to use. A child like Aara wandering… exposure could be catastrophic.
She swallowed.
“What if she feels odd looking at me…” she asked quietly.
Prem misunderstood — thought she meant being seen as neglecting Aara.
“We’ll manage. It’s for her.”
Nivi nodded slowly.
“Okay.”
Tiny conversation. Done.
Next morning she left for the office
Rohan, Vani, and Aadhil were already there.
The moment Nivi stepped in — Aadhil peeled away from his visitor chair at lobby, followed her straight into her cabin. Door closed - locked.
Rohan — in the adjacent cabin — heard it first.
Soft smooch. A low chuckle from Aadhil. Fabric rustling. Another kiss — longer, wetter.
Vani entered Rohan's cabin to give him a coffee.. Froze by the sound. Listened.
Her face changed — shock, then anger.
Half an hour later — Aadhil emerged, hand on Nivi’s lower back, guiding her out. They left together. No explanation.
Vani burst into Rohan’s cabin.
“What the hell is happening?”
Rohan looked up from his screen. Tired eyes.
“Aadhil and Nivi are a thing now. I hate to say it.”
Vani’s lip trembled.
“All those promises… were lies?”
Rohan stood. walked around the desk. Gentle hand on her shoulder.
“He ditched you overnight. She ditched me overnight. Nivi’s a slut. And Aadhil… he took what he wanted.”
Vani’s eyes filled.
“He even offered me so much money…promised me he would take me places like you did to Nivi… How did she manage to get him?
He’s not the only man here. I’m here too.”
Remember people telling i took Nivi to places.. I can make you too.
We are in the same boat now.. We are hurt, we need to teach them a lesson back.. We need to grow beyond them.
Vani shake her head in admission… we should teach them
Rohan’s jaw tightened.
“Come with me.”
She followed.
The car stopped at his penthouse — high floor, city view, the bedroom that had once been meant for Prem during business stays. Now Rohan’s.
Door shut behind them.
Rohan poured two glasses of whiskey. Handed one to her. She denied no..
He kept his glassed down.
Vani asked what really happened..
Rohan he told her everything.
How he separated Nivi emotionally from Prem — slow, careful conversations in Bangalore. Late-night calls. Gifts disguised as business favors. How he orchestrated taking Aadhil’s company along to keep Prem diverted with endless meetings. How he fucked her the first time — gentle at first, then deeper, making her crave the safety that turned into possession.
How the DP started as his fantasy — and ended with Aadhil claiming her completely.
I felt like a joker when she kissed him that way.. Allowed him to intensyfingly fuck her…
Vani listened. Silent. Glass untouched.
When he finished — she looked at him.
What do we do with them.. Nivi is no more in your life?
Rohan asked do you think you have any place for Aadhil within you?
She responded no.. i dont think so?
If I can take her to heights, I can take you too..
The results are very much before you..
And the huge sum was nothing before the company partnership… i will make you sign tomorrow and let you start as a silent partner in the company without even Nivi knowing…
Vani looked at him carefully…
Rohan said the final word. If i can make her great i can make you too
All you need to do is be loyal to me..
Will you ? Vani nodded
Rohan stepped closer.
Kissed her lips — soft at first. Testing.
She surrendered.
Mouth opened. Tongue met his. Hands slid up his chest.
He walked her backward — toward the bedroom.
The bed — wide, dark sheets — the one once meant for Prem.
Rohan pushed her down gently. She fell back — legs parting instinctively.
He stripped slow — shirt, belt, pants. Cock already hard, thick, curving upward.
Vani watched — breathing fast. Unbuttoned her blouse herself. Bra off. Breasts full, nipples tight.
Rohan climbed over her.
Kissed her neck — slow trail down. Teeth grazed collarbone. Mouth closed over one nipple — sucked hard. She arched, fingers in his hair.
His hand slid between her thighs — found her wet already. Fingers circled her clit — firm, steady. She moaned — low, needy.
“Rohan…”
He didn’t answer.
Just positioned himself. Head at her entrance.
One slow push — inch by inch — filling her completely.
Vani gasped — back bowing off the mattress.
He started thrusting — deep, controlled at first. Letting her feel every slide. Her walls clenched around him — greedy.
She wrapped legs around his waist — heels digging into his back.
“Harder…”
He obliged.
Hips snapped forward — heavier, faster. Bed creaked. Skin slapped skin.
Vani’s nails raked down his shoulders — red lines blooming.
He flipped her onto her stomach — pulled her hips high. Entered from behind — deeper angle now. Hand fisted her hair — not pulling hard, just holding. Controlled the rhythm.
She pushed back — meeting every thrust. Moans muffled into the pillow.
Rohan leaned over her — mouth at her ear.
“You’re mine now. Like she was.”
Vani whimpered — “Yes… yours…”
He reached under — fingers on her clit again. Rubbed fast circles while pounding deep.
She shattered first — walls clamping hard, body shaking. Silent cry into the pillow — thighs quivering.
Rohan didn’t stop.
Fucked her through it — prolonging the spasms until she was oversensitive, tiny jerks with every stroke.
Then shorter, vicious thrusts.
Low growl — buried to the root — pulsing thick ropes inside her. Grinding slow circles to empty every drop.
Stayed inside a long moment — breathing ragged against her neck.
Slowly pulled out. Cum leaked — thick, white, obscene.
He rolled her onto her back.
Looked down at her — wrecked, flushed, glowing.
Vani’s eyes opened slowly. Met his.
A small, secret curve touched her lips.
Same as Nivi’s that morning.
Rohan saw it.
He initiated one more round of sex this time its calmer slower and more gentle...
Vani realised how a gentle sex looks unlike Aadhil who had been brutal.. she loved this...
She realized this is the right thing happened so far..
The penthouse stayed quiet.
Only their breathing.
And the city lights flickering outside.
The unraveling had found a new thread.
And it was pulling tight.
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