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Chapter 117 - The Trap Closes
Inside the server room, time seemed to freeze.
Rahul’s head snapped up in panic. “Varsha — he saw us!”
Varsha turned her head slowly toward Gowtham. Her hand was still wrapped around Rahul’s throbbing, leaking cock, giving it one final, deliberate stroke right in front of him. Her full breasts heaved inside her bra, nipples visibly hard. She looked straight into Gowtham’s eyes — calm, calculated, and strangely victorious.
A small, satisfied smile played on her lips.
She released Rahul’s cock and stepped back gracefully. Gowtham stood frozen at the doorway, breathing hard, his mind struggling to process the scene.
Rahul’s face drained of color as he scrambled for his clothes scattered on the floor, his erection still shamefully half-hard. But before he could reach them, Varsha kicked the pile toward the door with her foot.
Rahul froze, shocked. “What the hell are you doing? Why did you kick my clothes?”
The moment he looked at her face, he understood. There was no panic, no shame — only cold composure. She had been expecting this.
“What the hell is happening?” Rahul snarled, voice shaking with panic and rage. “You two are a team? Planning to extort money from me?”
Varsha didn’t answer immediately. She calmly pinned her hair into a neat ponytail, her bra still slightly disheveled from Rahul’s earlier groping. She looked composed — almost regal — despite the charged atmosphere.
Gowtham stood at the doorway, eyes darting between them.
Varsha finally spoke, her voice cold and steady. “Take photos of him. Right now. And inform the boss.”
Rahul’s eyes widened in terror. “No! No, please don’t do this! I’m married… if my wife finds out, they’ll kick me out of the house! I have kids!”
He dropped to his knees, half-naked, pleading desperately. “I’ll do whatever you ask… You two want money, right?”
Gowtham raised his phone and took several clear photos of Rahul’s exposed, humiliating state.
Varsha stepped closer to Gowtham, buttoning her shirt with steady fingers and adjusting her skirt. She looked at Rahul with icy detachment.
“Lock him in here until the boss comes,” she told Gowtham.
Rahul continued begging, tears forming in his eyes.
Varsha picked up his shirt from the floor and threw it at him.
“If you don’t want this to reach your wife,” she said coldly,
“then agree to confess every fraudulent thing you’ve done — every single leak.”
Rahul stared at her in disbelief, finally realizing it was not for the money, but to catch his malpractice in the company, thoroughly he had been played.
Varsha turned away without another word and walked to the small sink in the corner. She washed her hands thoroughly, then wiped her neck and chest where Rahul had kissed and fondled her earlier. The entire “hot mini session” had been nothing but a calculated performance.
Gowtham stood guard at the door, his mind reeling. He finally understood the entire plan. Varsha had deliberately gotten close to Rahul — flirting, teasing, letting him believe he could have her — just to lure him into this trap and catch him red-handed.
He had called her a slut just hours ago, and now he realized she had been playing a far more dangerous and intelligent game than he ever imagined.
She used herself as bait…
A heavy wave of guilt crashed over him.
In that quiet room... Rahul said to himself
"Shit how did i got trapped in your scheme"
You fooled me..
Gowtham looked at him and said mockingly... Hrithik Roshan?!!! huh
You deserve it for beleiving her words.
A mild smile appeared on Varsha's lips, she hide it from them.. She didn’t speak to Gowtham the entire time.
Her silence was louder than any accusation.
She was clearly hurt — the first person she had started to trust had immediately turned around and called her a slut the moment things got complicated.
A minute later, Mr. Prakash arrived, breathing heavily after Gowtham’s urgent call.
“What the hell is going on?” he demanded.
Gowtham stepped forward. “Sir, Rahul is the one behind the leaks. We figured it out.”
They carefully hid Varsha’s deliberate seduction, presenting it as an accidental discovery during late-night work. Rahul, still half-dressed and broken, didn’t dare contradict them.
Mr. Prakash looked at Rahul with cold disappointment.
“First, dress properly. Varsha is here.”
He dragged Rahul to the conference room. Rahul pleaded desperately with the legal team on the call, begging for one last chance.
Mr. Prakash stood patiently, then said, “I won’t kick you out immediately. You will stay here until Tuesday. You are going to personally submit the proposal… but you will make sure it leads the competitor to have the last laugh.
You played against me… now I will show you my face.”
Rahul nodded miserably, knowing he had no choice.
That night, after everything settled, Gowtham waited outside the office building. When Varsha finally came out, he approached her cautiously and gently took her arm, leading her toward the parking lot.
“Varsha, stop… why are you forcibly dragging me?” she protested.
He stopped at a quiet corner and released her.
“I couldn’t confront you in front of them,” he said, voice strained. “When did you figure out he was the culprit? If catching him was the plan, why didn’t you tell me earlier?”
Varsha didn’t answer.
“Don’t you know how dangerous that was?”
Gowtham continued, frustration rising. “What if he had crossed the line with you tonight? What if I had come later?”
Varsha finally lost her patience. She looked at him with tired, hurt eyes.
“Why do you care so much about me?” she asked. “I did it for my own selfish needs. I needed an undisturbed flow of salary.
Gowtham angrily raised his voice.. does money is so important to you than your dignity, you said Dignity is important too?
Varsha stepped near him and told.. I chose this path for survival. Stop your caring drama.”
“Drama?” Gowtham’s voice cracked. “You never know how much I’ve been bothered… You never know how much space you’ve taken in my heart…”
Varsha laughed bitterly. “Heart?”
She stepped closer, her voice sharp with pain.
“You called me a slut just hours ago. Don’t think I didn’t hear it last night on the street.”
Gowtham opened his mouth to apologize, but the words died in his throat.
He realized how deeply he had slipped — how much he had fallen for her without even admitting it to himself.
“I… I’m sorry,” he said finally, voice softer.
I dont need that.. Varsha said..
Okay Cool.. Lets speak tomorrow. its too late.
“Let me drop you home. At least for your safety.”
Varsha stopped and looked at him with exhausted, wounded eyes.
“You called me a slut. So tell me, Gowtham… why does a slut’s safety matter to you?”
She raised her hand, stopping any further words.
“I don’t want to hear it right now.”
She turned and walked away toward the bus stop, leaving Gowtham standing alone under the streetlight, the weight of his words and his growing feelings crushing him from the inside.
Inside the server room, time seemed to freeze.
Rahul’s head snapped up in panic. “Varsha — he saw us!”
Varsha turned her head slowly toward Gowtham. Her hand was still wrapped around Rahul’s throbbing, leaking cock, giving it one final, deliberate stroke right in front of him. Her full breasts heaved inside her bra, nipples visibly hard. She looked straight into Gowtham’s eyes — calm, calculated, and strangely victorious.
A small, satisfied smile played on her lips.
She released Rahul’s cock and stepped back gracefully. Gowtham stood frozen at the doorway, breathing hard, his mind struggling to process the scene.
Rahul’s face drained of color as he scrambled for his clothes scattered on the floor, his erection still shamefully half-hard. But before he could reach them, Varsha kicked the pile toward the door with her foot.
Rahul froze, shocked. “What the hell are you doing? Why did you kick my clothes?”
The moment he looked at her face, he understood. There was no panic, no shame — only cold composure. She had been expecting this.
“What the hell is happening?” Rahul snarled, voice shaking with panic and rage. “You two are a team? Planning to extort money from me?”
Varsha didn’t answer immediately. She calmly pinned her hair into a neat ponytail, her bra still slightly disheveled from Rahul’s earlier groping. She looked composed — almost regal — despite the charged atmosphere.
Gowtham stood at the doorway, eyes darting between them.
Varsha finally spoke, her voice cold and steady. “Take photos of him. Right now. And inform the boss.”
Rahul’s eyes widened in terror. “No! No, please don’t do this! I’m married… if my wife finds out, they’ll kick me out of the house! I have kids!”
He dropped to his knees, half-naked, pleading desperately. “I’ll do whatever you ask… You two want money, right?”
Gowtham raised his phone and took several clear photos of Rahul’s exposed, humiliating state.
Varsha stepped closer to Gowtham, buttoning her shirt with steady fingers and adjusting her skirt. She looked at Rahul with icy detachment.
“Lock him in here until the boss comes,” she told Gowtham.
Rahul continued begging, tears forming in his eyes.
Varsha picked up his shirt from the floor and threw it at him.
“If you don’t want this to reach your wife,” she said coldly,
“then agree to confess every fraudulent thing you’ve done — every single leak.”
Rahul stared at her in disbelief, finally realizing it was not for the money, but to catch his malpractice in the company, thoroughly he had been played.
Varsha turned away without another word and walked to the small sink in the corner. She washed her hands thoroughly, then wiped her neck and chest where Rahul had kissed and fondled her earlier. The entire “hot mini session” had been nothing but a calculated performance.
Gowtham stood guard at the door, his mind reeling. He finally understood the entire plan. Varsha had deliberately gotten close to Rahul — flirting, teasing, letting him believe he could have her — just to lure him into this trap and catch him red-handed.
He had called her a slut just hours ago, and now he realized she had been playing a far more dangerous and intelligent game than he ever imagined.
She used herself as bait…
A heavy wave of guilt crashed over him.
In that quiet room... Rahul said to himself
"Shit how did i got trapped in your scheme"
You fooled me..
Gowtham looked at him and said mockingly... Hrithik Roshan?!!! huh
You deserve it for beleiving her words.
A mild smile appeared on Varsha's lips, she hide it from them.. She didn’t speak to Gowtham the entire time.
Her silence was louder than any accusation.
She was clearly hurt — the first person she had started to trust had immediately turned around and called her a slut the moment things got complicated.
A minute later, Mr. Prakash arrived, breathing heavily after Gowtham’s urgent call.
“What the hell is going on?” he demanded.
Gowtham stepped forward. “Sir, Rahul is the one behind the leaks. We figured it out.”
They carefully hid Varsha’s deliberate seduction, presenting it as an accidental discovery during late-night work. Rahul, still half-dressed and broken, didn’t dare contradict them.
Mr. Prakash looked at Rahul with cold disappointment.
“First, dress properly. Varsha is here.”
He dragged Rahul to the conference room. Rahul pleaded desperately with the legal team on the call, begging for one last chance.
Mr. Prakash stood patiently, then said, “I won’t kick you out immediately. You will stay here until Tuesday. You are going to personally submit the proposal… but you will make sure it leads the competitor to have the last laugh.
You played against me… now I will show you my face.”
Rahul nodded miserably, knowing he had no choice.
That night, after everything settled, Gowtham waited outside the office building. When Varsha finally came out, he approached her cautiously and gently took her arm, leading her toward the parking lot.
“Varsha, stop… why are you forcibly dragging me?” she protested.
He stopped at a quiet corner and released her.
“I couldn’t confront you in front of them,” he said, voice strained. “When did you figure out he was the culprit? If catching him was the plan, why didn’t you tell me earlier?”
Varsha didn’t answer.
“Don’t you know how dangerous that was?”
Gowtham continued, frustration rising. “What if he had crossed the line with you tonight? What if I had come later?”
Varsha finally lost her patience. She looked at him with tired, hurt eyes.
“Why do you care so much about me?” she asked. “I did it for my own selfish needs. I needed an undisturbed flow of salary.
Gowtham angrily raised his voice.. does money is so important to you than your dignity, you said Dignity is important too?
Varsha stepped near him and told.. I chose this path for survival. Stop your caring drama.”
“Drama?” Gowtham’s voice cracked. “You never know how much I’ve been bothered… You never know how much space you’ve taken in my heart…”
Varsha laughed bitterly. “Heart?”
She stepped closer, her voice sharp with pain.
“You called me a slut just hours ago. Don’t think I didn’t hear it last night on the street.”
Gowtham opened his mouth to apologize, but the words died in his throat.
He realized how deeply he had slipped — how much he had fallen for her without even admitting it to himself.
“I… I’m sorry,” he said finally, voice softer.
I dont need that.. Varsha said..
Okay Cool.. Lets speak tomorrow. its too late.
“Let me drop you home. At least for your safety.”
Varsha stopped and looked at him with exhausted, wounded eyes.
“You called me a slut. So tell me, Gowtham… why does a slut’s safety matter to you?”
She raised her hand, stopping any further words.
“I don’t want to hear it right now.”
She turned and walked away toward the bus stop, leaving Gowtham standing alone under the streetlight, the weight of his words and his growing feelings crushing him from the inside.
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