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Chapter 124 - Aditya hosting Suresh and Sneha
Aditya’s entrance shifted the entire atmosphere of the hall. The moment he stepped in, heads turned. Tall, broad-shouldered, and radiating that effortless, almost dangerous confidence, he moved like he owned every inch of the place. His eyes swept the room with calm authority — until they landed on Sneha.
Suresh felt it instantly. That look. It wasn’t just appreciation. It was hungry. Invasive. Like Aditya was already undressing her in his mind, imagining exactly how she would look beneath that emerald green dress. His gaze lingered a fraction too long on her neckline, her waist, the curve of her hips. A slow, deliberate invasion. Suresh’s jaw tightened.
Aditya approached with a polished smile, extending his hand.
“Suresh, good to see you,” he said warmly, gripping Suresh’s hand in a firm, dominant shake. “Glad you could make it.”
Then he turned to Sneha. His expression softened just enough to appear charming, but Suresh caught the glint in his eyes.
“And this must be Sneha,” Aditya said smoothly. “Pleasure to meet you.” He gave her a quick but appreciative nod, his eyes tracing her figure for the briefest second. “That emerald green looks lovely on you. Nice choice. It really suits your complexion.”
Sneha smiled politely. “Thank you.”
Suresh forced a smile, but inside, his stomach was already churning. He could see the way Aditya’s gaze kept drifting back to her — not blatantly, but with clear intent. Like a predator patiently circling.
he kept the conversation light and professional, mostly directed at Suresh.
“So tell me, Suresh,” he said casually while gesturing toward the elegantly decorated space, “what do you think of the new expansion plans? We’re pushing hard into the Southeast Asian markets next quarter. Im expecting more new products, more talents.. Hope you all “The Hands” can help me? International tie-ups are going to open up massive opportunities. The company rewards loyalty very well — especially for those who know how to stay discreet and deliver results.” Hope Vinodhini explains a lot more than i have to say now?
Suresh nodded, trying to focus. “Yes She explained.. I’m looking forward to contributing.”
Aditya smiled, but his eyes flicked toward Sneha again. “Good. I like that attitude.”
Your boss had kept a lot of good for you.. I'm sure your new role here will feed you better.
He turned to her with a charming half-smile. “How are you finding the evening so far, Sneha? Not too boring with all this business talk, I hope?”
Sneha replied gracefully, “It’s lovely. The venue is stunning.”
Aditya chuckled softly. “I’m glad. These events can be a bit dry, but having the right company makes all the difference.” His tone was still polite, yet there was an unmistakable eagerness underneath — the way his voice dipped slightly when he spoke to her, the subtle way he stepped closer whenever she answered.
He continued walking with them, pointing out details of the hall, which had a lot of inventions displayed on LED.., sharing more about upcoming projects, but every few sentences he would pull Sneha back in with a light, harmless question:
“Do you enjoy these kinds of events?”
“Have you traveled abroad with Suresh much?”
“What do you do to unwind after a long week?”
Each time, his eyes would linger on her lips, her collarbone, the way the dress moved with her body. Suresh noticed everything. The way Aditya’s gaze would trace the neckline of her dress for half a second longer than necessary. The faint, hungry glint that appeared whenever she smiled. It wasn’t overt. It was calculated. Dangerous.
Suresh stayed close to Sneha, his hand occasionally brushing her lower back, but it felt useless. Aditya’s presence was overwhelming — masculine, powerful, and clearly interested. Every polite word he spoke to her carried an undercurrent of something darker. Like he was already imagining claiming her.
And the worst part?
Suresh could see that Sneha, despite her polite smiles and measured responses, was not entirely unaffected.
Suresh’s heart pounded with a sickening mix of jealousy, unease… and a twisted, unwanted thrill he didn’t want to acknowledge.
Aditya was playing the perfect host for now.
“You know, Suresh,” Aditya said smoothly, his voice rich with authority, “in this world, patience and discretion are everything. But a man also needs vision. Power. The kind that opens doors most people never even see.” His eyes flicked to Sneha again, drinking her in. “And a woman like your wife… she deserves to be seen in the right light. That emerald green clings to you like it was made for your body, Sneha. The way it catches the light when you move — it’s hypnotic.”
Sneha’s cheeks warmed. “You’re too kind, Aditya.”
“Not kind. Honest.” He leaned in slightly as they walked, voice dropping just enough for her to feel the intimacy. “Tell me, do you enjoy these kinds of evenings? The glamour… the danger of powerful men circling?” His smile was wolfish. “Or does Suresh keep you locked away in domestic bliss?”
Suresh forced a laugh, but it came out strained. Aditya was putting on a masterclass — flaunting his wealth, his effortless dominance, all while making Sneha the center of his universe. Every compliment was a subtle jab, every lingering glance a claim. Suresh’s pulse hammered with a toxic mix of jealousy and something darker, hotter, that he didn’t want to name.
Aditya then insisted on showing them his “real” workspace. The elevator dropped them at the fifth floor of the adjacent private building. The doors opened into what looked less like an office and more like a luxurious penthouse suite — dark wood, leather, floor-to-ceiling glass overlooking the city lights, a massive minimalist desk, and a separate lounge area with low, inviting sofas. The air smelled faintly of expensive cologne and aged whiskey.
Suresh’s mind spun. He doesn’t even have a proper office on the 12th floor of the main building. This… this is where he brings them. The thought hit like a punch. Images flashed unbidden — Aditya bending women over that desk, taking them on those sofas, the city glittering indifferently below while he claimed what he wanted.
Aditya gestured proudly. “This is where the real decisions happen. Away from prying eyes.” His gaze locked on Sneha again. “Quiet. Private. Perfect for… deep conversations.”
Before Suresh could dwell on it, Vinodhini appeared, apologetic but polished. “Aditya, the Dubai delegation just landed early. They’re on their way. I’m so sorry — the momentum for the gift presentation is ruined.”
Aditya’s jaw tightened in calculated irritation. “How could this happen at this exact moment?” He exhaled, then waved a hand. “Fine. Fix it. Take Suresh with you — let him meet the partners. This is a golden opportunity for him. Go on, Suresh. Help fix her.
The elevator doors slid shut. Suresh’s last glimpse was Aditya standing close to Sneha, that reassuring hand still on his shoulder now feeling like a final, mocking pat.
Aditya’s entrance shifted the entire atmosphere of the hall. The moment he stepped in, heads turned. Tall, broad-shouldered, and radiating that effortless, almost dangerous confidence, he moved like he owned every inch of the place. His eyes swept the room with calm authority — until they landed on Sneha.
Suresh felt it instantly. That look. It wasn’t just appreciation. It was hungry. Invasive. Like Aditya was already undressing her in his mind, imagining exactly how she would look beneath that emerald green dress. His gaze lingered a fraction too long on her neckline, her waist, the curve of her hips. A slow, deliberate invasion. Suresh’s jaw tightened.
Aditya approached with a polished smile, extending his hand.
“Suresh, good to see you,” he said warmly, gripping Suresh’s hand in a firm, dominant shake. “Glad you could make it.”
Then he turned to Sneha. His expression softened just enough to appear charming, but Suresh caught the glint in his eyes.
“And this must be Sneha,” Aditya said smoothly. “Pleasure to meet you.” He gave her a quick but appreciative nod, his eyes tracing her figure for the briefest second. “That emerald green looks lovely on you. Nice choice. It really suits your complexion.”
Sneha smiled politely. “Thank you.”
Suresh forced a smile, but inside, his stomach was already churning. He could see the way Aditya’s gaze kept drifting back to her — not blatantly, but with clear intent. Like a predator patiently circling.
he kept the conversation light and professional, mostly directed at Suresh.
“So tell me, Suresh,” he said casually while gesturing toward the elegantly decorated space, “what do you think of the new expansion plans? We’re pushing hard into the Southeast Asian markets next quarter. Im expecting more new products, more talents.. Hope you all “The Hands” can help me? International tie-ups are going to open up massive opportunities. The company rewards loyalty very well — especially for those who know how to stay discreet and deliver results.” Hope Vinodhini explains a lot more than i have to say now?
Suresh nodded, trying to focus. “Yes She explained.. I’m looking forward to contributing.”
Aditya smiled, but his eyes flicked toward Sneha again. “Good. I like that attitude.”
Your boss had kept a lot of good for you.. I'm sure your new role here will feed you better.
He turned to her with a charming half-smile. “How are you finding the evening so far, Sneha? Not too boring with all this business talk, I hope?”
Sneha replied gracefully, “It’s lovely. The venue is stunning.”
Aditya chuckled softly. “I’m glad. These events can be a bit dry, but having the right company makes all the difference.” His tone was still polite, yet there was an unmistakable eagerness underneath — the way his voice dipped slightly when he spoke to her, the subtle way he stepped closer whenever she answered.
He continued walking with them, pointing out details of the hall, which had a lot of inventions displayed on LED.., sharing more about upcoming projects, but every few sentences he would pull Sneha back in with a light, harmless question:
“Do you enjoy these kinds of events?”
“Have you traveled abroad with Suresh much?”
“What do you do to unwind after a long week?”
Each time, his eyes would linger on her lips, her collarbone, the way the dress moved with her body. Suresh noticed everything. The way Aditya’s gaze would trace the neckline of her dress for half a second longer than necessary. The faint, hungry glint that appeared whenever she smiled. It wasn’t overt. It was calculated. Dangerous.
Suresh stayed close to Sneha, his hand occasionally brushing her lower back, but it felt useless. Aditya’s presence was overwhelming — masculine, powerful, and clearly interested. Every polite word he spoke to her carried an undercurrent of something darker. Like he was already imagining claiming her.
And the worst part?
Suresh could see that Sneha, despite her polite smiles and measured responses, was not entirely unaffected.
Suresh’s heart pounded with a sickening mix of jealousy, unease… and a twisted, unwanted thrill he didn’t want to acknowledge.
Aditya was playing the perfect host for now.
“You know, Suresh,” Aditya said smoothly, his voice rich with authority, “in this world, patience and discretion are everything. But a man also needs vision. Power. The kind that opens doors most people never even see.” His eyes flicked to Sneha again, drinking her in. “And a woman like your wife… she deserves to be seen in the right light. That emerald green clings to you like it was made for your body, Sneha. The way it catches the light when you move — it’s hypnotic.”
Sneha’s cheeks warmed. “You’re too kind, Aditya.”
“Not kind. Honest.” He leaned in slightly as they walked, voice dropping just enough for her to feel the intimacy. “Tell me, do you enjoy these kinds of evenings? The glamour… the danger of powerful men circling?” His smile was wolfish. “Or does Suresh keep you locked away in domestic bliss?”
Suresh forced a laugh, but it came out strained. Aditya was putting on a masterclass — flaunting his wealth, his effortless dominance, all while making Sneha the center of his universe. Every compliment was a subtle jab, every lingering glance a claim. Suresh’s pulse hammered with a toxic mix of jealousy and something darker, hotter, that he didn’t want to name.
Aditya then insisted on showing them his “real” workspace. The elevator dropped them at the fifth floor of the adjacent private building. The doors opened into what looked less like an office and more like a luxurious penthouse suite — dark wood, leather, floor-to-ceiling glass overlooking the city lights, a massive minimalist desk, and a separate lounge area with low, inviting sofas. The air smelled faintly of expensive cologne and aged whiskey.
Suresh’s mind spun. He doesn’t even have a proper office on the 12th floor of the main building. This… this is where he brings them. The thought hit like a punch. Images flashed unbidden — Aditya bending women over that desk, taking them on those sofas, the city glittering indifferently below while he claimed what he wanted.
Aditya gestured proudly. “This is where the real decisions happen. Away from prying eyes.” His gaze locked on Sneha again. “Quiet. Private. Perfect for… deep conversations.”
Before Suresh could dwell on it, Vinodhini appeared, apologetic but polished. “Aditya, the Dubai delegation just landed early. They’re on their way. I’m so sorry — the momentum for the gift presentation is ruined.”
Aditya’s jaw tightened in calculated irritation. “How could this happen at this exact moment?” He exhaled, then waved a hand. “Fine. Fix it. Take Suresh with you — let him meet the partners. This is a golden opportunity for him. Go on, Suresh. Help fix her.
The elevator doors slid shut. Suresh’s last glimpse was Aditya standing close to Sneha, that reassuring hand still on his shoulder now feeling like a final, mocking pat.
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