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CHAPTER 15 IS COMING TONIGHT!
The second part of the small arc from Chapter 14 will culminate in Chapter 15. This chapter too will predominantly feature Sonarika's arc. However , there is a small teaser by the end of the chapter. My first ever action scene which will be short and sweat will happen in the tail end of Chapter 15 , keep in mind it will be just the beginning. A taste of what the future will hold. More intense segments will happen in the future. So Fingers Crossed that you will like it.

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                                                                                                                                CHAPTER 15

Sonarika found herself standing beneath a golden twilight sky with Vikram, his eyes burning into hers with a longing that mirrored her own. She felt an inexplicable pull toward him — a magnetic force that she could neither deny nor escape. Every touch, every glance between them in that dream felt like stolen moments from a life she never dared to live openly. It was intoxicating, thrilling, and frightening all at once.


As they strolled through a meadow that seemed to exist outside of time, Sonarika felt years of buried desires awaken within her. Vikram took her hand, and she felt a rush of warmth spread through her veins, a feeling she had missed even before she knew she was missing it. His voice, deep and assured, told her things she longed to hear — that he understood her, accepted her completely, and wanted her without conditions. In that moment, she felt alive in a way she hadn’t in years.

Their dream-world embrace deepened. They shared gentle kisses that soon turned fierce, urgent, each breath carrying a promise of forbidden passion. She felt his hands around her waist, guiding her closer, merging their souls and bodies in a dance of aching need. In his arms, she shed the burden of her responsibilities, her roles as wife and mother slipping away for a blissful, dangerous second. It was a glimpse into a life built on raw desire rather than duty.

As her dream intensified, Vikram whispered words of love into her ear, words that she had never let herself believe could be meant for her. The passion turned into an ocean that engulfed her; waves of pleasure and emotion crashed over her, leaving her gasping for air and yet craving more. The world around them glowed, a perfect cocoon where only they existed, safe from consequences and guilt. She felt, for the first time in so long, truly seen.

But then, the dream twisted. The golden glow darkened, turning to a deep crimson. Sonarika suddenly heard faint sobs and turned to see Hemant stumbling toward her, blood streaming down his face and soaking his clothes. His eyes were wide with shock and heartbreak, and he reached out to her as though he had just crawled out of some unspoken nightmare. The peaceful warmth she had shared with Vikram dissolved into a cold terror.

Hemant collapsed at her feet, gasping for breath, his voice shaking as he asked her what he had done wrong. 

"Why, Sona? What was my fault? Where did we lose each other?" 

His words pierced her heart deeper than any blade could. She dropped to her knees beside him, her hands frantically trying to stop the blood that poured from his wounds, her mind screaming for help that would never come. In that moment, her love for Hemant, her loyalty, and her guilt came crashing down on her with unbearable weight.

She pressed her trembling hands against his wounds, begging him not to leave her. But Hemant's strength was fading fast, his eyes losing their light as he looked up at her one last time. With every labored breath he took, Sonarika felt a piece of herself shatter. She cried out his name, her voice raw and desperate, but he only whispered. 

"I loved you and you did this to me?" 

And then he collapsed fully into her arms. She watched in helpless horror as his chest rose and fell one final time before going still.

When Hemant's body vanished from her arms, Sonarika was left kneeling in a pool of her own grief, her heart pounding with a terror that felt all too real. She screamed into the emptiness around her, clutching at the air where he had been, unable to comprehend the magnitude of her betrayal even in this dream world. The meadow that had once held her forbidden joy now looked like a battlefield soaked in blood and sorrow.

She woke with a jolt, drenched in sweat, her hands still shaking as if they had truly held Hemant's lifeless body just moments before. The morning light felt harsh, almost cruel, as it spilled into the room. Her eyes came into focus and she realized she was in the room of the yatch in the upper deck as Vikram was sitting in the chair far ready with some tea. 

"Soni , are you okay?" Vikram asked with concern.

Then Sonarika realized the moments of last night , how she lost her control , how she was tempted in the ambience and how she was becoming victim to his temptation. She remembered passionately kissing him , she remembered stumbling into this room.  In pure shock she looked down and surprisingly she saw her sundress was still intact. The headache in her head was a bit severe as she was having trouble remembering what happened last night.

"What happened last night Vicky?"

Vikram smiled and then brought the tea cup to her.

"Nothing happened Soni. You were drunk too much I guess , after the kiss you passed out in this bed. I slept on that couch over there"

"Nothing happened?"

"Yeah , to be honest I was a little worried because for few minutes I thought you're breathing stopped. But it turns out the drinks overwhelmed you sending you in a slumber"

A great load of relief fell upon Sonarika as she realized she didn't cross the line yesterday. She sipped on the hot tea which gave her some reprieve from the terrible headache. Her mind was still playing that horrific nightmare which started as a dream as her eyes were getting wet.

"Btw , did you have some nightmare Soni? I heard you weeping in your sleep last night"

"Did I?"

"Yeah......and ummm......you were calling his name..."

Sonarika was overwhelmed with emotions when Vikram revealed this. This also made her confused , he said she called his name in her sleep , something she doesn't remember anymore. Then she once again remembered the nightmare that awakened her , seeing Hemant in a pool of blood. Sonarika could not hold back her tears anymore as it started to emit out from her face. Vikram was now worried.

"Soni...wait what happened....why are you crying?"

She couldn't say anything , she was just overwhelmed with emotions. She wept and sobbed as Vikram consoled her. After a few minutes of letting out her pain , she controlled her cries as she spoke.

"I lost myself Vicky....I lost myself last night....and my nightmares punished me for it....this whole thing was a mistake"

"What happened Soni?"

"I saw him die Vicky....I saw my Hemant die in my arms.....and it was my fault....his blood....it was in my hands.....I wrecked him in unimaginable ways because of my choices..."

Vikram didn't have anything to respond to that relevation as Sonarika sobbed multiple times shedding more tears.

"I see it now Vicky....coming to this boat...it was a big mistake...."

"Maybe you're right....this is a tense situation that we should've avoided....especially considering your turmoil"

"I want to go home...."

"We will....the yatch is on the way to the port....it will take some time....though we will have to wait a bit longer here to make sure Tamanna , Sandeep and Disha have left"

"Where is Mouni?"

"In the upper deck , romancing with Sagar , last night when you were unresponsive , I tried to get help , when I went outside I saw Mouni and Sagar doing it in the open near the pool. They were going nuts. This whole situation is messed up"

"Ironic this place is called the Voyage of Love , but I killed my love in my dream. Its overwhelmingly messed up"

"That was just a nightmare Soni , you are awake and well. Very soon you will be home in your safe space. Take rest for the day and forget everything. Think of this whole night as a bad memory"

"Its ironic , a boat sail is one of my favorite preferred romantic outing"

"Maybe you will get to have that in the future Soni , for now , be whelmed that the nightmare is over"

"Thank you Vicky , you've shown more strength than I could"

"I would've faltered too Soni , but you were drunk. And I don't do intimate things with unconscious women. I like my women woken and concentrated on me when it comes to intimacy , and you had neither of it last night."

Her breath quivered as the truth sank in; despite their fraught history and last night’s charged moments, he had respected her vulnerability completely.

Sonarika studied Vikram as he stood by the window, sipping his own tea, the morning sun outlining his silhouette. He seemed so different now—more than the suave, distant client she once knew, more than the reckless lover she had once chosen. She saw a man of quiet integrity and surprising tenderness, a man who could have taken advantage of her but chose to protect her instead. The affection swelling in her chest startled her; it was no longer mere attraction or guilt-driven longing. It felt deeper, warmer, more reverent.

As the yacht rocked gently beneath them, Sonarika realized that something irrevocable had shifted within her. The night’s doubts had given way to a clear, glowing affection—an affection born not of stolen kisses but of unexpected kindness and trust. She felt her heart move toward Vikram in ways she had never anticipated, her feelings evolving from reckless passion to something far more profound. Sitting there in the golden hush of morning, she knew that whatever lines they had crossed before, what mattered now was the man standing in front of her: a man whose goodness had touched her more deeply than any fleeting embrace ever could.

But then the visions of her nightmares comes crashing down on her. With a visual so uncomfortalbe she winces from the flashes of it. And in that moment , there is only desperation in her body. A desperation to move away , to leave this wretched yatch so she can return to her place of calm. Maybe see her husband and make sure he is well and waiting for her. Sonarika sat in that room as her inner conflict continued.

A few hours before , in the early dawn of sunlight , things were intense in Disha and Meghna's room. They woke up together and then one thing led to another and now they were intertwined in the bed scissoring each other. Their nude bodies glistened with sweat, and pussy juices. With her heightened senses Meghna could tell just how turned on Disha was. She loved it. All the things she had dreamed of doing to her for some time, she was finally doing it. She thrusted her hips into her, and then back again, letting their pussies rub against each other. They both began to scream in pleasure. 

"Ohhh! Mmm! MM! MM! MM! MM!" screamed Disha. 

Meghna's pussy began thrusting harder against her, scissoring her wet naked pussy. 

The pleasure built and built slowly, as both women were extremely turned on.

Their dripping cunts keep brushing against each other and Disha thinks she might faint from the pleasure that sends thrilling shakes down her spine. They’ve done this so many times last night, yet this one is special.

“You don’t know what you do to me” 

Meghna says, a growl in the tone of her voice as her moves turn violent in the slightest. 

“The way you move, the way you look at me… It’s not fair.”

“Oh, baby” Disha cries, instantly shushing herself.

“Don’t hold back” 

Meghna presses needy kisses in the curve of her neck, then bites into her shoulder, making Disha groan. 

“Let me hear you. Like last night, huh?” 

She murmurs into her ear, eyes rolling back when she gets just the right amount of pressure on her clit. 

“You were so loud. Probably woke up this entire boat. Let’s do it again.”

Disha doesn’t stop herself from moaning this time, hiding her face in Meghna’s neck, feeling tears well up in her eyes.

“I need you faster” She whispers, hoarse. 

“Harder. More.”

Meghna pushes herself back into the previous position, and it scratches just the right part of Disha’s brain.

“You feel so good.” The first tear springs from her eyes. 

“Don’t stop, please- I’m so close.”

“You want to cum, baby? Make me all wet and soaked?” Meghna grabs her hips and slams them together with hers.

“Yes, yes, please” Disha sobs. 

“Just tell me what to do. I’ll- I’ll do anything. Meghna-”

“Touch yourself for me” 

Meghna says, barely stopping her eyes from rolling back. Her thighs , strong muscles, don’t even falter when she quickens the tempo. She reaches to palm Disha’s cheek and wipes away the salty tear, then licks it off her finger. 

“Touch your tits for me, play with them. Be a good girl.”

Disha watches their cores brush together, dripping wet, swollen and red from the stimulation. Meghna catches her gaze, and they might be in the middle of having sex, yet being caught watching it closely makes her blush, adding to the flushed redness all over her face and cleavage. She pinches her nipples and cries out again; every moan that comes through, she doesn’t stop it until Meghna’s name is all her tongue can remember.
She chants it like a spell, over and over again.

“Yessss” 

Medghna groans, losing the sense of their rhythm and acts on impulse, just following where her body and pleasure lead her. 

“Ahhh...ahhhh....yesss-”

“I’m about to-”

“Cum for me, Disha-”

She does.

She listens like it’s the thing she’s best at in life.

Her voice gets blocked, and instead, a silent scream covers her mouth. Her back arches and toes curl, thighs clasping close as she loses control over her own body. Every part of her trembles, and her nails dig into Meghna’s thighs, listening to the the older woman’s moans matching hers. She thinks she’s blacked out for a moment, because suddenly Meghna’s body covers her from head to toe, pressing soft, comforting kisses to her jawline.

“Are you okay?” Meghna asks, resting on her elbows to take a look at Disha’s sweaty face.

“That’s one of the dumbest questions you’ve ever asked me.”

“Hey!”

Disha giggles, cupping Meghna’s face in her hands. 

“That was great. I’m okay.”

“Okay, good because It was more than great for me” Meghna grins.
 
That was in the early hours of the day , after another steamy shower full of petting , they were now enjoying the view of the sea at the outside leaning into the railings. Meghna eventually excused herself to check on someone as she left Disha who continued enjoying the view of the sea. Meghna walked to the upper deck , she arrived at Sonarika and Vikram's room and was a bit surprised to see Sonarika fully clothed and looking upset while Vikram was sitting away. She immediately could see something was wrong as Sonarika looked depressed , as if she had suffered something.

"What happened?"

There was no answer , Sonarika was still recovering from her terrible nightmare , this yatch was slowly choking her. Vikram was startled by Meghna's arrival , in fear of having their cover blown. And Sonarika wasn't responding the right way so he had to cook up something.

"What happened Sonarika? Are you okay"

Meghna was now concerned , the caring sisterly love in her awakened to see if she was alright. Vikram eventually got up and intervened.

"It was me Meghna , I already apologized to her."

Meghna was confused.

"Apologize? For what?"

Vikram with a sign put up the best act he could. 

"I had a lot of drink Meghna yesterday. And in that situation , I lost myself. I force myself on Sonarika and......she was shaken by the experience"

Sonarika instantly felt an insane amount of fear in her mind as she realized what Vikram was trying to do. But she also realized Vikram has most likely pissed off Meghna. And that was evident as Meghna was fuming with rage and anger. Vikram looked like a deer caught in the headlight, seeing danger in front of him. The anger was something he has never seen in a woman. Meghna leaped towards Vikram but Sonarika stopped her.

"Meghna Stop!"

"Leave me Sonarika....I will teach this BASTARD a lesson!!"

"Its okay Meghna......we made up......he has apologized"

"So what? He should know never to hurt you"

"Its okay.....he was drunk....its okay"

Meghna eventually calmed down , Sonarika felt like averting a very ugly incident. Meghna was still pissed at him.

"Listen to me very well Mr.Vikram , our friendship matters only for her. What I believed I saw in you is a noble partner and a good soulmate for her. Someone who can understand her , acknowledge the person she is. Not someone that binds her into a cage in the name of family. I want her to have true freedom and liberty , which I believe she gets when she is with you. Don't make me loose my trust , because if this happens again , I can promise. No matter how rich you are , or how big your empire is. I will burn you and your entire existence TO THE GROUND!"

Vikram was startled by her rant , he chose to stay silent as Meghan vent out her anger.

"If you need anything just call me Sonarika"

"Of course Meghna , for now lets focus on leaving this yatch. I need to get home and I can only get home once Sandeep ,Tamanna and Disha are already gone"

"Fine I'll go with Disha and let you know when the coast is clear."

Meghna then turned to Vikram.

"And you.....Mr.Vikram...this is your final warning. Treat her with respect , one more wrong move and I will end you!"

Meghna showed her whole rage as she walked away. Sonarika left a sigh as she was the one who was now pissed at Vikram.

"What the hell Vicky. Why did you do that"

"I was trying to cover us , that is the only thing I could come up"

"You nearly got yourself in deep deep trouble. Understand this Vicky , don't ever turn her into your enemy. You don't know Meghna like I do , if she hates someone , she will not rest until the person she hates is destroyed. We need to deal with her carefully"

"I know , I did this so that we can put the first hint of our non compatibility in her mind. We will slowly work on that with which eventually we can break off"

"No Vicky no. We need a better plan"

"Okay"

On the outside portion of the Yatch , Disha was kneeling to the railing looking into the vibrant sea enjoying the sight of the waves crashing into the yatch surface. She could see the Mumbai horizon approaching with the land now visible. The cold breeze of the morning gave her body a tingling sensation as she was standing there wearing denim shorts and tank top she brought for a change of clothes for the next day. That was when Sandeep and Tamanna walked out and was roaming the passage way. Both of them looked dull and seemingly avoiding staring each other. Sandeep soon noticed Disha standing as he approached her. 

"Hey Disha..."

Disha turned to see Sandeep in this boat , completely taking her by surprise.

"Sandeep Sir...."

"I have told you many times , don't call me Sandeep sir , just call me Sandeep or Sandy"

"Sure Sandy"

"You know Rachika?"

"No , my date actually knew her"

"What a co-incidence , me too , this lovely lady here is a good friend to Rachika"

Disha looked at Tamanna who had a dull expression that forced a smile.

"Well , this date of yours , what does he do?"

"Ummm....she works in Mirror News Network"

"Mirror? What's her name?"

"Ummm"

Meghna showed up behind them as she intervened.

"Her name.....is Meghna Mathur"

Meghna came in front of Sandeep and Tamanna and put her arms over Disha's shoulders. Sandeep looked tense as he tried to ease the situation with a nervous laughter.

"Hey Meghna....its been a long time"

Meghna smiled mockingly as well as she responded.

"Indeed Sandeep , too long. Because last I remember you were getting your ass kicked by my best friend Sonarika for assaulting her husband"

Sandeep looked like he was being aimed at from all the angles. But Meghna noticed Tamanna's expression changing from dull to astonishment. And then she turned to Sandeep.

"Is she talking about Hemant?"

Meghna remembered Sonarika telling her how Tamanna was Hemant's college friend. She knew from her look , she was pissed , so she decided to spill some more oil on the fire.

"Yes Tamanna , he assaulted your college friend Hemant. In response Sonarika gave him an ass kicking"

Tamanna's anger was more visible now as Sandeep looked struggling to find the right words to say. 

"You hurt Hemant?"

Despite her question , Sandeep had no answer. Tamanna in a fit of rage walked away , Sandeep followed her trying to say something as Meghna grinned watching them go away.

"I am getting more and more convinced that Hemant is definitely gay , which would explain how all these beautiful women feel comfortable around him"

"What makes you think that?" Disha questioned Meghna's thought process.

"Because that is the only explanation for all these smart and gorgeous women to spend time with a fat slobber like him"

Disha was more confused , then she curiously asked.

"When was the last time you've actually seen Hemant?"

"Ummm , surprisingly I think its about a year now , last I met was in that function for Sonarika's interview success party in the city"

"Well that explains it"

"That was almost a year ago Meghna , a lot has changed with Boss in this time period"

"Yeah right"

"I mean , him quitting his job and running a business of his own isn't clear enough that a long time has passed?"

"Sure , but still he might be the same fat dobber now"

"Oh he is not , infact I can vouch for that"

"Really?"

"Yeah  , I mean he got into shape in his final days in Quadron. Priyanka Mam said it in an ironic way stating that Boss arrived in Quadron in peak fitness and left in peak fitness"

"Hemant and peak fitness?"

"Seriously Meghna , maybe open your eyes and see him next time. I saw him just two days ago visiting Quadron. He also invited me and Priyanka Mam for Sonarika Mam and Karan's birthday party next week"

"Fine , can you describe how he looked?"

"Well , his fashion statements have got an uplift. He arrived there in rough brown jeans with a dark blue silk shirt tucked in. His hair has grown quiet well , almost going beyond his shoulders in the back. His shirt was folded till his joint , I could even smell the vibrant spray fragrance from him , it was most likely Park Avenue"

"Goodness Disha , you sound like a freak!"

"Well who wouldn't be , especially for Boss"

"What's with the boss call for him"

"Oh , I spent years calling him boss to the point it has imprinted in me. Very rarely I call him Hemant sir"

"Seriously , why are you so enamored by him"

"I mean how can I not be. You know , for a typical woman , no matter where you go , who you meet , men will always oogle you if you looked good. Some even pass comments , some might even try to flirt. Hemant sir , he never , for once did that. He always treated me with respect and also respected our boundaries. Many spread rude remarks about him  , calling him langoor because he has me as an assistant and Sonarika mam as a wife. But Hemant sir was built different , he used to come to office taking the commuter rail despite earning big bucks as a Project Manager , he was always patient and kind. Sandeep sir has harassed him for years , and yet not even once has he raised his hands or protested against him. In his own problems , he always suffered , but he didn't hesitate when others were in trouble providing them with good solutions."

Meghna was getting a little irritated hearing Hemant's praises but she listened one seeing the smile in Disha and analyzing this new information.

"In my early days of Quadron , I recieved tones of love letters and flirtings from the male colleagues. It was Hemant sir who protected me , some even tried making up bad stories about us. But Boss handled it like a G. Not once in our worklife has he looked at me in any demeaning way or any flirting for that regard. He has said well wishes and applauded my beauty but maintained his boundaries. In every way , a rare man to find in these times"

"Is that why you find him attractive?"

"Well , at first , I liked his behavior , that was the most attractive part about him at first. But then I learned how Hemant sir when he joined Quadron was a hearthrob , even Priyanka Mam was tempted towards him. But Boss was going through a tough phase I heard and Priyanka Mam ended up sleeping with Sandeep sir just to insult Boss. They had a sour work relationship that healed in years. I had to see some of the old pics to make it believable for me. Then his transformation happened , he kept it hidden from us wearing loose full covered shirts for months. And then one day when he showed up revealing his change , I was astounded. He was a totally different person now , his good nature and behavior remained , and now the physical aspects made him a complete package. I will admit , I am quiet smitten by him"

Meghna noticed the change in expressions in her face , those strange glows in her skin as she talks of him. This added a lot of mystery in her own mind. Meghna decided to test it.

"Suppose tomorrow I say you will have to break all connection and relations with your so called 'boss' inorder for our relation to grow. Would you do it?"

Disha's sudden change in expression , showing the sadness and turmoil in her thoughts gave her some unsaid details regarding her stance towards Hemant. Disha soon responded.

"That is a hard place for me. Although I will question you for a thought like that , to abandon a nice guy like boss. To me it looks like pettiness"

Meghna felt judged by Disha. She decided not to discuss anything further regarding them and thus talked about their moments together. Soon their chemistry started to take effect as both spend time with each other. Disha stood close, her fingers brushing against Meghna’s wrist in a soft, teasing dance. They shared quiet laughter, the kind that only two people with an unspoken bond would understand. The world felt suspended around them — no newsroom deadlines, no corporate meetings, just the slow rhythm of the waves and the heat of each other’s nearness. Meghna watched Disha with a new tenderness, drawn to her fierce independence and that gentle vulnerability hidden beneath her confident exterior.


As the yacht carved a silvery trail across the Arabian Sea, Disha traced circles on Meghna’s palm, learning the map of her touch. Meghna’s heart fluttered at the innocent yet intimate gesture, her mind replaying flashes of the night they had just shared — how Disha’s lips had explored her, how they had moved together like two notes in a love song. In this delicate morning light, Disha looked even more radiant, her laughter echoing over the water. Meghna felt a protective surge within her, as though she wanted to keep this version of Disha — raw, open, and utterly hers — safe from a world that often demanded masks. When Disha pressed her forehead against Meghna’s, both of them closed their eyes and breathed each other in, feeling as though they had known each other across lifetimes.



They sat side by side on a cushioned bench, their bare feet grazing each other. The salty wind tangled their hair together, and Disha absently tucked a lock behind Meghna’s ear, her fingers lingering longer than necessary. Meghna felt her pulse quicken at that touch, a soft ache blooming in her chest. They spoke in murmurs, sharing secret dreams and half-formed fears, their words weaving a private cocoon no one else could enter. Every smile, every accidental graze of fingers seemed electric, deepening the fragile, shimmering thread tying them together. As the coastline approached, the city’s chaos looming closer, Meghna realized she was not just a dream , she is a wind that will keep breezing over her giving her only good vibes.

                                                                                                                                                 
(CHAPTER TO BE CONTD)
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The yatch soon arrived at the port as many of the guests deboarded. Meghna saw Tamanna and Sandeep leaving separately hinting at an ugly spat between them. Meghna wished her goodbye to Disha who had brought her scooty here. She had an urge to go in that scooty with her but she had brought her car and she wanted to talk to Sonarika while drive her to her place. 

As Disha rode away in her scooty. Meghna messaged Sonarika the word clear signalling that the people she's been worrying about are gone. When Meghna returned to the yatch , Sonarika and Vikram were telling their goodbyes to Rachika. Rachika sent both of them invites to the wedding that is happening soon. 

An hour later they deboarded the yatch and Sonarika felt like a big weight being lifted off of her. Her suffocation ended once she was out of that environment. Vikram said his ride is on the way as Meghna obliged to drive her home. Vikram and Sonarika separated after a hug and kiss on the cheek as they walked away separate. Sonarika and Meghna were the first to leave as they watched Vikram waving bye standing at the port. As they gained some distance , Meghna started their conversation.

"Are you sure you are alright Sonarika?"

"Don't take it seriously Meghna , Vicky was a little too pushy and I stopped him and punished him accordingly"

"Punished him by what?"

"Slapping him obviously. And since then he was a good boy"

"Very good , because I don't want him repeating that bullshit again!"

"He won't"

"BTW , how was the night"

"Like always , but I am curious about yours"

"Oh , it was magical!"

Both of them giggled.

"So where did you meet Disha" Sonarika enquired.

"At a restaurant , it was a casual meet at first , but then I learned she worked in Quadron and eventually I learned she was the hot assistant you told me about."

"Uhuh"

"And I genuinely liked her company , sometimes annoyed me with the Hemant fangirl thing"

"Oh she is definitely that"

"Yeah and she also made me realize that I haven't seen Hemant in person for quiet a while. And the way she described him , I feel I have missed out on some major changed in my most disliked man"

"I think its best you should never see him"

"Why?"

"I am not going to sugar coat it , but I am afraid even a woman like you will fall for my man right now"

"Really? Your husband really just transformed from a burger to kabbab that quick"

"Sometimes , even I am stunned. I will admit , lately I've been enamored by his charm"

"And yet you spend nights with your boyfriend?"

"When the fun is double , there is a thrill in hustle"

Both of them giggled at Sonarika's wordplay.

"Yeah but seriously , even Disha was speaking so high about his new appearance lately"

"Yeah , maybe you'll get your chance to see him on my birthday party"

"Sure , btw , I trolled Sandeep in front of his date"

"Tamanna?"

"Yeah , judging from her reaction , she was unaware about the incident of Sandeep harassing Hemant"

"Was she angry"

"Angry is an understatement , she was probably more pissed than you"

"To be honest , I don't blame her , even I would be pissed if the man I had a huge crush on got harassed by the man I slept with"

"Wait , Tamanna had a crush on Hemant?"

"In their college days yes , but it was a one way love. She had the hots for him and Hemant was dating Sanjana"

"Sanjana? Who is Sanjana?"

"Sanjana Ranawat , Deputy Commissioner , Head of SDCAW!"

"OKAY WHAT THE HELL! Why are all these women drooling over a fat , slow , bland man like your husband"

"Like I said Meghna , see for yourself at the birthday party. You might have a similar feeling"

"Now I am curious!"

Eventually they reached at Sonarika's place as Sonarika exited the vehicle as Meghna drove off.

As Sonarika was walking to the apartment building , the weight of her guilt was building , even though nothing happened , she understood she had no control last night. If it wasn't for Vikram and his presence of mind , she would've been back on the pit again. As she stood on the elevator , her mind played flashes of the nightmare she saw last night. Hemant , lying in a pool of blood , his words , they were accusations , and those accusations seemed right. And as she was sitting there holding onto him hoping for help to come , she never felt more vulnerable.

She walked to the apartment door and she realized the house might be empty. Its past 11.00 in the morning , Hemant might be gone to the factory , Anjali had some extra classes , and Karan will be in his institute. Sonarika used the spare key with her to open the door. 

When she walked in , she was greated by the empty house that seemed like abandoned. It was like an epilogue to her future, a reminder to her the danger of her games. That if she doesn't survive , this is the future that awaits her. No Hemant , no Karan , no Anjali. The family that she build gone , a big house with nothing. This place was supposed to be her calm , but right now it only judged her. Judged her actions , her inability to stay true to her stance. The harrowing realization that she lost her control last night was still a painful judgement on her sanity. As she sat there she was being engulfed by her guilt , transforming the room into a dark ceiling and water filling up on the floor. She was slowly getting submerged in the water , slowly sinking with pain rising in her mind and body. As she was almost sinking into it with just her neck and head left , she suddenly heard it.

"Sona?"

A voice so familiar in her life as her mind started to unravel. The water started to lower as it slowly vanished below and the room transformed again. She was back in her hoom , at the empty space of the hall , but it was not empty anymore.

"Sona? Is that you?"

She heard the voice of her husband calling her , as if like he was here rescuing her from her own turmoil. She realized the voice was coming from the open balcony. She got up and walked to the balcony , to her astonishment and to her great reprieve , she saw Hemant sitting in the balcony doing something on some papers. Just seeing him here , made all her turmoil melt away , making her realize he was truly her sun. The ball of light that shows her the path. 

"Hey honey , you look tired!"

Sonarika panicked a little but then replied with the best cover.

"Yeah the party was a bit dull , and the accomodation sucked , it spoiled my dress too"

"Awww poor thing , you need some coffee?"

"No , I am home , just need some time to reload."

"Great , good thing you're here then. I was working on something interesting"

"What is this?"

"Oh this is the floor plan for our future house we planned together? I did some remodelling"

Right at that moment , she was healed from her worries and troubles as she looked at him with atmost love. To see him work on their future , Sonarika refused to feel guilty but rather found strength in fighting her doubts. She looked at him with a smile. 

"So I remodelled the whole setup , unfortunately Karan will have his room in the ground floor"

"Uhoh , you will have a hard time convincing him to take that"

"I have a new idea , his room will have a mini game zone for his own entertainment and occasionally for mine"

"Careful Hemant , you might end up spoiling his academics"

"Relax , I'll have it covered , special parental locks and timetables for that thing"

"If you say so"

"Then we can build a spacious galleria in the top giving a wonderful view of our location"

"Any plans for that location yet?"

"Not yet , but the preferences haven't changed"

"Let me guess , a water body?"

"Obviously , something , maybe a lake , but I would definitely prefer a river"

"God , the land value around Mumbai and this whole Maharashtra state has skyrocketed for riverside areas Hemant?"

"Who said to settle here?"

"Anywhere else , maybe we can move to USA , live a life in the cold"

"Sometimes you just have some outrageous thoughts Hemant."

"Well , we can turn it into a reality now judging by how my business is growing and how you are climbing the corporate ladder. Hell one day you might end up becoming Ms.Tanishq , the name and face of your company"

"Slow down husband , you can dream till the clouds , don't aim for the heavens!" 

Sonarika joked.   

"Not joking , maybe Ms.Tanishq might not be possible , but you reaching the top of the mountain might"

"I don't care where I reach Hemant , as long as I have you by my side"

"Always"

Sonarika hugged Hemant , feeling a great sense of reprieve and resolve. The suffocation and the pain no longer exists here  , in her place of calm. But at that moment , she also remembered one thing , she was weakened last night. She won't be weakened like that again.

Sonarika placed her head on his shoulders and caressed his chest as both of them sighed and enjoyed each other's embrace.

"Its a shame you can't come for the summer vacation. We could've had so much fun" 

Sonarika confessed

"I know Sona , but work , I've taken a big leap in this business that things are moving quiet fast. Plus the work with the armed forces , there is no margin for error. Once all of this is done , I will finally have my peace , and my moments dedicated for us. And you know the most important part I am looking forward to?"

Sonarika giggled as she responded.

"Let me guess. The sex?"

Hemant laughed in a low tone but caressed her face. And then Hemant confessed.

"As awesome as that is Sona. That is not the only thing. I wanna hold your hand , I wanna have you close to me as we enjoy the first rain of the year together. I wanna listen to our synchronized heart beats and cherish that we are in this together. I want us to cook food together , and spend a common thing we enjoy doing together. I wanna sit in the gallery overnight with you on my lap as we look at the stars and get attacked by mosquitoes"

Sonarika laughed a little in those last comic words as her eyes were already watery.

"All I want in life is Sona , I want us to grow old together. And make our dream home a reality one day."

Tears fell from Sonarika's eyes as she hugged Hemant.

"Oh Hemant , I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!"

She kissed him repeatedly as they looked at each other for some time. Then Sonarika caressed his face.

"I'll go and make lunch for us"

"Don't worry , I already made it!"

Sonarika sighed again as she kissed Hemant harder this time. 

"You mister , how will I ever live without you"

"You won't , you're stuck with me in this life beautiful!"

"I'll go shower!"

Saying that Sonarika walked away with a smile to her bedroom. As Sonarika walked away , Hemant's mobile rang. He picked it up to check the caller to be Raquel. His whole demeanor changed.

"Raquel?"

"Bhaijaan , Kamya and Vaibhav have completed their tasks , the devices are set"

Hemant took a deep breath and responded.

"Good , arrange a meeting next week in my base. Bring all the resources , I will reveal the plan to all of you. Everything"

Hemant ended the call as he looked ahead. His hand was rolling something beneath his shirt , something hidden past the shirt , something sinister.

As Sonarika reached the bedroom she stripped herself and got into the shower. As the cold shower washed away the tiredness and the champagne and alcohol essence , Sonarika truly evaulated the events of last night. Nothing about that sail was about the Voyage Of Love , it was more like a sail of lust. And that is what gave Sonarika a more deepened clarity. It wasn't love that tempted her to seek Vikram , it was how they had sex. Whatever they used to do , it was carnal , it was deep, it was captivating and more over it was hypnotic. 

This explained the situation last night, the lustful surroundings of couples making out, the loud music, the sensual ambience, it made her loose control seeing Vikram not because of missing him as a person. She didn't desire the good man in him , she desired the carnal love maker. Someone who doesn't hold back , sex with him was something primal , something unnatural.

She remembers how she reminisced their tryst together in Galaxy Apartments when she visited him there. It was never love with him , love is mean't to be peaceful but with him , it was never peace , it was the lust for the chasm of chaos. And she has tasted him so much to the point he has become an addiction.

She arrived in the bedroom , her eyes getting more watery. She didn't move but simply stood. That  was when Sonarika's attention went to the desk and noticed that their marriage photo was missing. She looked around trying to find it , probably thought might've misplaced it. But she remembered nobody has touched it for many years. It has always stayed there. Eventually Sonarika bend down to check the floor. That was when she saw something glowing beneath the bed as she reached for it with her hand. She picked it in her hand and was relieved to find the marriage photo. It was the part of her jewellery that glowed in the photo. Sonarika picked it and cleaned it with a part of her dress as she placed it back where it sat before.

Sonarika realized that the voyage of love was indeed important for her , in her mind she believed her time in the yatch was a warning , a warning to her to show her how dangerous things are in her life right now , it also made her see some clarity in her life. She realized the situation she was in , she understood the reality that she had an unhealthy attraction towards Vikram. And its not attached to feelings , but rather physical. And that attraction is now dangerously close to ruining her marriage. Her reaction of passion towards Vikram while not even thinking about Hemant for once was a big point of judgement in her heart. And she didn't like it , she doesn't want to be addicted to him forever. 

With tears in her eyes Sonarika whispered.

"I am sorry Hemant. I am sorry that I lost myself. Vicky , he was like a drug that kept on crawling in my nerves. His intimacy clouded my mind , made me forget reality and send me to a cresendo of ultimate pleasure. But his involvement in my life also shown me now that he is a very dangerous addiction. An addiction which will ruin me , but even in this hard times , you have once became my beacon to show me the path"

Sonarika wiped her tears as she caressed Hemant's image in their marriage photo.

"No matter how much orgasms he gives me , no matter how many times he takes me to cloud nine. He can never take your place in my heart. My love for you is way above my attraction towards him. And now , I finally know what I must do"

Sonarika sat on the bed straight and whispered to herself. A motivation for herself.

"He is a terrible addiction in my life , but it won't be there for long. I will overcome him Hemant , I will get over Vikram and his sexual drug and recover from this terrible illness. I will return to be your wife , to be Karan's mother. Both of you will forever be a part of me. No Vikram , No Meghna will destroy it. I won't let it , I will not let them tear me and my family apart"

Sonarika held onto the photo with a firm grip as she whispered for the final time.

"I will fight. Fight for me , fight for us , our family. I will not let this addiction be the end of me. I will fight for my sanity. No matter how many times he calls me Soni , I will forever be Sona , your Sona. I LOVE YOU HEMANT. I WILL FOREVER LOVE YOU!"

Sonarika with a little teary eyed from the reality of her life as she holds the photo to her chest in a firm vice grip. A promise lingering with fire in her heart and mind , that no matter what happens , nothing is taking him away from her. He will be her life, and he will be her death!

Sonarika returned to the ambience of her home and to the duties of the day with a new optimism and determination in her heart which made her prepare herself for the fight of her life. 

SOMEWHERE IN MUMBAI.

Meghna's apartment building was buzzing with the chaos from the heavy traffic nearby and the sounds of Mumbai's nightlife. But there in the ground floor at the parking lot , Disha's scooty was safely parked signifying her presence here.

In Meghna's apartment , Disha was lying on her bed completely nude with her back on display. Meghna was standing on the doorway watching her , seeing the sweat formed on her body after the rigorous sex they had moments ago. Disha was tired and exhausted as Meghna smiled at her handiwork wearing just a shirt.

She lit up a cigarette , walked her way out closing the bedroom door shut as she walked towards her study room. The place where that photo board existed, a maze of revenge she has planned for. She picked up her phone and dialled a number. Waiting for the other side to pick it. 
 
"Hello , Mr.Raisinghani , I called to ask the details regarding my request. Yes regarding the Divorce Petition"

Her mind was focused as she looked towards the photo board near her workspace. An edited image of Sonarika and Vikram being pinned in the middle of the board.

"I want to know the full details. Everything , including the possibility of alimony and child support. I want to know every loophole we can use. Mail me in complete detail when its done"

Meghna ended the call as she went and consumed a peg of her whiskey. She came close to the photoboard and looked at the 'perfect couple' in her eyes.

"Oh Sonarika , not so long ago , you were a vessel for my revenge. The scapegoat meant to suffer so that a certain someone is hurt. But emotions , sometimes your helplessness brings out the sister in me to help you , save you from the harm that comes. Don't think of this as any sort of compassion for you Sonarika. I intend to break you but on my terms!"

Meghna once again looks at the photo of Sonarika's father Jagjeet posing with a mysterious woman. 

"You lived a life mean't for me Sonarika. But now , you will have to suffer to understand the level of pain I endured all my life. Your undoing will be my ultimate revenge. I am going to dismantle your life and cripple your identity. And the best part is , there is not a damn thing you can do to stop it"

Meghna soon picked up a photo of Hemant that is torn. 

"And you , I've known men that are unlucky Hemant, but yours is the worst one there is. In just one night , I fucked your cute fangirl assistant , Sandeep fucked your college crush , and Vikram nailed your sweet loving wife. In one night , the women around you spend their best times with someone else. But I have to say , I am interested to see this new change in you Hemant. But sadly , I am afraid it will not change what I plan to do with you anyways"

Meghna smiled as she sipped another drink as she grabbed Hemant's photo and set fire to it.

"Sorry Hemant , unfortunately , you're the sad victim in all this. But you remind me of him , and he destroyed my life"

Meghna looked at the board to see a small scarred photo of Javed pinned to it. Her face full of rage as she looked down at the burning image of Hemant

"You're just like him Hemant. And for that , you must burn!!"

Meghna walked away as Hemant's photo burned to a crisp in that floor.

SOMEWHERE ELSE IN MUMBAI

It was past 8.00 in the night. Hemant stepped into the dimly lit interior private parking lot of a shopping complex in the heart of the city, his polished shoes echoing on the concrete as he moved toward his waiting SUV. A gentle breeze rustled his crisp suit, and he paused briefly to adjust his cufflinks — the perfect image of a small scale industrialist. For anyone watching, he was just another upcoming and successful businessman wrapping up a late-night meeting in Mumbai’s elite circles. His eyes were calm, almost tired, betraying no hint of the danger lurking in the shadows. As he reached for the handle of his SUV, the stillness shattered; two figures emerged from behind a nearby pillar, blades gleaming under the harsh fluorescent lights.


The WuTang brothers, infamous assassins working for the Sun-OnYee Triads, lunged forward with silent precision, their machetes poised for a swift, fatal strike. Just as the blade was about to kiss the back of Hemant’s neck, he twisted with preternatural speed, slipping sideways into the vehicle's open door. The assassins stumbled forward, momentarily thrown off balance.

Before they could react, Hemant emerged again — but now in his hands gleamed an enormous sword, its long, straight blade ending in a hilt shaped like a regal crown. 

THE INQUISITOR. 

In that moment, Hemant’s calm demeanor shattered like glass, revealing something ancient and lethal beneath.

With a low, almost guttural breath, Hemant advanced. One brother slashed downward, but Hemant sidestepped effortlessly, his movements honed beyond human comprehension. Steel met steel in a clash of sparks as he parried and pivoted, his blade sweeping in deadly arcs. In a blur of motion, he carved a deep gash across one brother’s ribs, sending blood spraying into the parking lot floor. 

The second brother roared and charged, but Hemant flowed around the attack as though he were liquid, slicing the man’s arm clean off before driving the Inquisitor straight through his chest. The first brother staggered to his feet, wild with pain and rage, only to have his head severed in a final, merciless stroke.

As the last echo of the sword faded into the night, the two assassins collapsed, their blood pooling around Hemant’s polished shoes. He stood motionless for a heartbeat, his breath steady, his gaze cold and distant. Slowly, he lowered the Inquisitor sword, letting its tip rest on the ground. 

Then, as if called by an ancient force, his hand moved to his chest, revealing a simple thread necklace hidden beneath his shirt. Revealing the strange sinister object he was touching during the phone call in the morning. 

Hanging at its end was a mysterious ring, engraved with the image of Archangel Michael — God’s Knight, the slayer of demons. 

Hemant’s eyes flickered with something far older and darker than revenge; it was a primal, divine wrath restrained only by the thinnest veil of civility.

In that final moment, it became clear that Hemant was neither a common man , a family man , nor a simple industrialist at that moment. Beneath the tailored suits and paperworks in his factory office lay a man sculpted by blood and shadows, a warrior bound by secrets too terrible to name. The gentle mask of a simple family man had cracked open to reveal a storm of violence and justice, a past soaked in battles long forgotten by the world. Standing over the fallen WuTang brothers, Hemant looked less like a man and more like a harbinger, an echo of a time when angels and demons in human forms clashed in celestial wars that appeared man made and part of history. 

And in his stillness, as the ring glinted in the pale light, one could sense that this was just the beginning — that a hidden story, long buried, was about to awaken once more.

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(06-07-2025, 06:24 PM)RCF Wrote:  Well Harry I read your part 2 of Chapter 15.
~RCF

Thank you for your opinion and your take. 

To some extent I agree , yes , without a shadow of a doubt Sonarika is definitely in the wrong. I don't intend to show her as some perfect angel in any instance. She did make reckless decisions in her life , and now she has gone into the pit to the point there is no guarantee she can save her own family. Add that to her own childhood friend conspiring to make this relation happen for an old revenge clearly shows she also has an enemy she has no idea about. This is her struggle , her conflict to protect her family , not knowing that she is fighting to salvage what she can.

As for her not visiting Hemant's place , that is obviously the point of the story rather than the narrated convenience in that regard. Sonarika has only seen two phases of Hemant , she met and fell in love with him in his darkest times when his sufferings began , that is why Hemant keeps her in high regard because when he lost all hope ,she came in his life and he lived and found love again. So all her life , Sonarika has only known a Hemant who sucked in fashion sense and eventually became and fat and slow regular guy. She could never comprehend her husband evolving into something better because she never saw that side of him. In her mind , she has picturised a Hemant who is calm and kind , always cheerful , and the only past she is being aware of is that Hemant was once in the army and he left because he watched his friend die which is his trauma and PTSD.

That is the point of her story , she saw Hemant as her choice but found her desire in Vikram. But little did she knew that her choice too had that desire which she never knew about. Which is why she is falling for him , Sonarika right now is doing exactly that , falling in love with Hemant all over again because she is starting to see her desire in him but it might just be too late for now.

As for Hemant forgiving her? Do you really think Hemant is that type of a character. I didn't write him to become a victim in the story , like you've saw in the previous chapter ending , the darker side of him is awakening out. And soon his past and present will merge forming a new side of Hemant. 

Like I said , there will be consequences , this whole story is a story of consequences , Sonarika has consequences and even Hemant has some.

So yes , Sonarika will face her consequences , and it will be the consequences that will hurt her physically and mentally.
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DESPITE A HISTORY OF CENTURIES , ONLY ITS LAST WEILDER WAS A KING!


AND IN HIS HAND , THIS SWORD WAS NOT JUST A MERE WEAPON , IT WAS A SYMBOL OF JUSTICE!

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(06-07-2025, 08:20 PM)RCF Wrote:  ~RCF

I actually do , I get it she does seems hypocritical. And that is part of her arc , because both Vikram and Hemant also signify two different aspects of her life as well.

Also , she doesn't like having sex with Hemant because he is fit , she likes him more because he is succeeding , he is letting go the boring aspect of his life to be better. And Sonarika is appreciating that , in a way , Hemant is bringing the spark that they need but it just seems it might be too late for now.

What happened in general term is that Sonarika and Hemant's marriage was getting stale because of his faltering health , but then Vikram entered and captivated Sonarika from the get go , it was basically a romance in the sense , and she felt complete and free but she actually mistook lust for love. Because when it comes to Vikram and Sonarika , sex was too much involved between them. Yes they did some fun things , but here is the thing , the reality is that Sonarika only seeked sex from him because that is the only thing she believed she lacked in her life. But being with Vikram too much , their bond growing , she realized there is more than sex between them that was forming. And there is truth to that because Vikram is not some alpha or a bull , yes he behaved like one , but he behaved like that only to claim Sonarika because he has genuine feelings for her. 

Which is why there is a part of her that is reciprocating this feelings but her sanity is also warning the consequences , her mind is split between the two men in her life and she is confused where the genuine feelings lie. I mean I get it , she should confess , but that will end the story right then and there considering the kind of character Hemant is. The revelations will indeed happen , it is going to happen regardless. The next phase of the story is in the horizon and that is Hemant's backstory , but before we dwelve into that , a revelation must happen and Hemant must embrace his past and present. He has partially accepted it since the last chapter climax , but for the full transformation to complete , a major event needs to happen and we are building to that.

As for the sex scenes , no worries for that because there will be a whole lot more coming very soon. After all , I've already told you I am not going to treat Hemant as a wimp in the story , there is a bunch of ladies gunning for his attention , maybe in the future , someone or ALL of them might get lucky LOL!
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(06-07-2025, 09:43 PM)Hornytamilan23 Wrote:  Hi RCF,
Sorry Harry Jordan, when I saw RCF has commented to this thread. I entered this thread to see what is happening.

Lately, nothing is going on well in Xossipy. Since there is a conflict, I took interest in reading this story.

Well bro yours are reviews, not a mere comment. So let me read this story and know why you compared this story and the lady with meera.

P.S If you say that sex scenes are good, then it must be dick raising. Let me have a try.

Hey mate , 

    Glad that you're checking my story out , just a heads up , my story won't just focus on sex. There is a whole lot of theme including action.

     As for sex scenes , I've only recieve positive comments for that , so don't worry , more to come in future chapters.

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                                                                                                                                            CHAPTER 16

While Sonarika went through her own conflicts in these few days. Hemant was preparing for one , he was in his factory early morning for the day , converting the backyard of the factory into an outdoor gym.Hemant stopped going to WFLF due to inconvenience in this scheduling. Plus with a wide space here in the backyard  , he had more freedom and more liberty to workout. He revised his old parkour skills , remembering some of the high octane moments from his past. The life he lived at the edge of the line.


As he went through his rigorous workout , the shades of the past flashed before him , but this time it no longer haunted him. But there was something else that made him add more intensity to his workout today. Because yesterday , Tamanna confronted him when she learned he threatened Sandeep.

"HOW DARE YOU!"

"Look I can explain"

"I don't need your explanation Hemant. You don't get to decide who I see or who I meet"

"That is not what I did"

"Enough Hemant , stay away from my life , goodbye!"

She walked away after a confrontation like that in public. He felt embarassed but he's been used to being shamed in public like that. What hurt him the most was Tamanna coming in defense of Sandeep of all people. He went out his anger , imagining Sandeep's stupid face in the boxing bag , changing its shape into a rouch caricature. Once the anger was vented out , Hemant turned his attention to his duties for the day.

Hemant was focused and with determination as he prepared for his meeting with Simon Nadar. He has made a custom suit wardrobe at the spare rest room near the manager's office in his HQ. Hemant went through the paperwork , looking at all the details. His mind was locked on the ICL and RegalCorp along with a site image of the container ship Kohinoor. He understood Simon wasn't some random ally of Siddharth. He has a close tie to the entire RegalCorp , a tactical mistake from their side sending their best man to him from the getgo which helped Hemant understand the whole thing quicker.

Simon arrived at the correct time , his Mercedes showing his stature. Simon Nadar had that elite look , despite being a South Indian , his attire and presentation showing the western influence with well polished spiky haircut and a regular gym going body. Him dressed in a polo shirt along with a grey blazer coat added much to his regal look. He removed his aviators and shook Hemant's hand , his smile had the charm and stare of an opportunist businessman. Without wasting time , Hemant went into his presentation , giving in very detail what his alignment knot is and what are all the feasibilities it can provide. 

Simon listened to each of his words , he also saw the focus and drive in Hemant's demeanor. How he handles everything like a professional. To him it was surprising , because Hemant wasn't behaving like an up and coming businessman , he was actually behaving like some veteran , someone who has done several deals like this before. When the presentation was done and Hemant led Simon through the factory showcasing every provisions and equipments he has for manufacture.

Simon noticed another section of the factory enclosed. Before he could move there , Hemant stopped him.

"Sorry Simon , that is the Defense Section. Strictly confidential , a military project is being developed there for the Indian Army. And only me and IA personnals have exclusive access."

Simon was very much intrigued by Hemant and his handling of his business. And he was slowly becoming a fan seeing how committed and focused he is on everything.

"Let me tell you Hemant. I am impressed , very impressed"

Hemant thrived in the appreciative words from him. 

"For a upcoming businessman like you , to grow up so fast. You really have a unique talent of your own. And now I would like to see how much well talented you are. From my end , its a yes. It will be my honor to do business with you"

"I appreciate it Mr.Nadar"

"Please call me Simon. Skip the pleasentries from now on. Because all things considered , we are partners with this business deal. Both are going to benefit from it"

"Thanks Simon"

"I have to say , you really surprised Siddharth with your change. He used to believe that you were a nobody, and now here you are doing the business of a lifetime."

"Did Siddharth tell you this?"

"Indeed , he's started to see you in a new light. I had a hard time believing that you were a regular IT employee a year back. Based on what I saw , you look far better than many known businessmen in this country"

"Thank you for the kind words Simon"

"So lets just celebrate this special occasion. Shall we go for some drinks at my place of choice?"

"Sure , I don't drink though. But I will give you company with some coke"

They went to a club house at one of the skyscbangr buildings in the Lower Parel area. It had an ambience outdoor setting at the rooftop with some greenery and a swimming pool in the open while the enclosed portion had a bar and a small pub. Hemant gestured cheers with Simon's mead with his own coke as they consumed it and talked about the nature of their business deal and the scenarios they can explore in this new venture. After some time , they walked out to the outdoor. Hemant liked the view of the city from here, he was exploring the view when his attention was grabbed by the people in the swimming pool.

Hemant was shocked to see Pranitha in the pool and she was with a man who was playing with her in the pool. The man looked very attractive , as if he is some male model. They were playing with each other , splashing water , having a swimming race.

"Who is the man with Pranitha" Hemant asked Simon.

"Oh , that is Rony. We all grew up together. Been close since college , but they are a whole different game"

"Different game?"

"Yeah , Rony was basically Pranitha's first boyfriend , the first crush you can say. But they are good friends now"

Hemant chuckled , understanding the kind of 'friends' they can be. Hemant walked with Simon towards them as for a second Pranitha was startled seeing Hemant here.

"Hey Simon , how did the meet go?" Rony asked Simon as he got off the pool.

"Went well as always. And I got to meet this amazing man" Simon said pointing to Hemant.

Roni smiled as he shaked hands with Hemant.

"So , you are the infamous Hemant Kumar"

"I am"

"I have to say. You're not quiet what I envisioned when I heard your description"

"Most likely its because of my suit. Old habbit , always overdresses on meets like this"

"Sounds like you need a better fashion coach"

"I am always open for suggestions"

They had a warm conversation while Pranitha noticed their talks while wrapping a towel around her waist. She soon joined the men.

"What are you guys talking about"

"Nothing , just some small talks and knowing this gentleman right here" Rony gestured at Hemant.

"That's good but we have plans for the day remember?"

"Oh right. Sorry Hemant , we should meet very soon"

"We will , have a nice day"

"Thanks man"

Saying that all three of them left leaving Hemant standing by himself in that open space. Hemant noticed that Pranitha was purposefully ignoring him at that moment. She was staring at Rony more than at him. But then as they were leaving , Pranitha gave a sexy expression and winked looking at Hemant. Hemant felt something weird deep inside but he let it go and instead made his long drive back to his factory.

The day went as usual , as Hemant was focused on making his new project work. Forming a good rapport with Simon was an important point for him to achieve. That evening while going for an important meet at the rotary club , Hemant passed through Tamanna's place. Hemant noticed Sandeep's luxury car entering her apartment's gates hinting that he was still involved with her. Not giving much concern to that for the time being. Hemant focused on the meet he was going for. 

He met with the new investors at the club. And as expected the meeting went better than he thought , he decided to celebrate.
Hemant entered the Irish Bar that evening with an easy smile and a lightness in his steps that he hadn’t felt in a long time. The celebration of landing two major contracts for YOD Industries felt like a personal victory, one he had long awaited through months of negotiations and restless nights. He had wanted Kunal beside him to share this triumph, to laugh and toast into the evening, but Kunal’s phone remained stubbornly silent. Deciding not to let it ruin his mood, Hemant ordered a chilled light beer and took a slow sip, savoring the crisp bitterness as it washed away the tension of the past few weeks. It was meant to be a night of quiet contentment, a pause to acknowledge his hard-won success.

But life, Hemant knew too well, rarely adheres to plans. As he settled into his second beer, his eyes drifted across the lively bar and froze. There she was—Pranitha, radiant as ever, her laughter like silver bells drifting across the dimly lit room. She sat with her friends, Simon and Rony, her presence brightening the corner they occupied. Hemant’s thoughts darkened as he recalled the morning's encounter at the clubhouse: Simon’s offhand revelation about Pranitha and Rony’s intense past relationship. The sight of them then—Rony splashing water at her playfully, her giggles echoing in the pool area—had left a sour taste in Hemant’s mouth. Now, watching them lean close and exchange teasing touches, he felt a painful tightness in his chest.

Deep inside, Hemant had always admired Pranitha for more than her striking beauty or her prestigious Mehta family name. It was her warmth, her unguarded kindness, the way she looked at people as if they mattered deeply, that had captivated him. Their friendship had grown slowly but meaningfully, each shared conversation building a quiet connection he cherished. He had not dared to name the deeper yearning that curled in his heart—perhaps out of fear, perhaps out of respect for the delicate balance they had. More importantly , to respect the chastity of his marriage , he saw her only as a friend for the time being. But tonight, seeing her with Rony, those hidden alternate thoughts surged up with a cruel force, sharp and undeniable.

Their eyes met across the room, a fleeting moment that seemed to stretch into an eternity. Pranitha’s gaze softened, her laughter faltering as she registered Hemant’s expression—distant, and resigned. Hemant didn’t offer his usual warm nod or gentle smile; instead, he looked away, his jaw set, his movements stiff. He rose, left after paying the waiter the bill along with his tip, and began to walk toward the exit, his shoulders slumping slightly as if under the weight of a thousand unspoken words. Pranitha watched helplessly, her breath caught in her throat, her fingers curling around her glass as if to steady herself.

For weeks , he didn't see Pranitha. And when questioned , he learned she has gone somewhere out of the country. Hemant figured probably gone somewhere to spend time with Rony. He didn't give too much thought about it as he focused on his work and his family. 

That was the time Sonarika told him that she was planning to go to a bachelorette party with all the girls including Meghna somewhere in the city. Hemant never questioned her where it was , what it was. He just cautioned her to not drink much. Then Kunal surprisingly told him Mouni is going to some "Voyage of Love" and it co-incidentally came on the same night Sonarika was going for a party.

Hemant got too involved on Kunal's proposition of staying the night at Hemant's place along with his son Mohit that he forgot to think about the correlation. 

He was about to leave for home in the evening when he got an unexpected call.

"Hello?"

"Hello Hemant sir , Shraddha beti gave me this number"

"Is Shraddha okay?"

"She is okay sir but I have a dilemma , can you please help sir"

"What is it miss"

"My name is Chaitali sir , I am Tamanna madam's househelp , madam actually told me to take care of Shraddha for the night as she won't be coming home tonight. But I just recieved some terrible news regarding my child , he is being admitted to a hospital. I cannot seem to reach Tamanna madam as her phone is unresponsive , I don't know what to do"

"Okay Chaitali , where are you now"

"I am in the flat with Shraddha bitiya sir"

"Okay , wait there , I am on my way"

"Okay sir"

Hemant ended the call and drove swiftly to Tamanna's place. He reached there and saw a fully emotional Chaitali.

"Did she respond?"

"No sir , still unresponsive"

"Where is your child admitted"

"City Hospital"

"Okay , if Tamanna calls you , tell her your situation and tell her that Shraddha is in my home , I will give you number of my sister Anjali as well. I will bring Shraddha home once Tamanna is back okay?"

"But sir"

"Do not worry Chaitali , Shraddha knows me , I am a close friend to Tamanna. You have seen me come here , here is my house address , nothing to worry about. Shraddha will be in the safest place in this city okay?"

"Okay , thank you sir"

"Wait , take this money. Use it if there is need in the hospitals or something"

"No sir , I can't take this"

"Chaitali you need this more than anyone right now."

"But sir this is too much"

"Its not an issue. If money comes extra , then you can return that later"

"Thank you sir , thank you very much , god bless you"

After sending her hiring an auto , Hemant helped Shraddha pack some of her stuff as he got on his SUV along with her. Shraddha looked nervous as Hemant enquired.

"What's the matter Shraddha?"

"This is the first time I am spending time in someone else's house without Mummy uncle"

"Don't worry Shraddha , I am not some stranger, I am pretty sure your mummy won't mind for a stay and having play time and fun with Karan and friends. Besides , Anju didi is curious to meet you again"

"Yay , I've brought my sketch book , didi wanted to see my drawings and share hers as well"

"So , like I said , lots of fun"
 
When Hemant reached home with Shraddha , Sonarika was busy with getting ready for her party night. Shraddha went to Anjali's room and stayed there interacting with her.He arrived in the bedroom seeing Sonarika applying make-up. Hemant sat there enjoying the sight of his loving wife getting ready for her party , he terribly flirted with her which only made her more caring towards him. Eventually Sonarika left leaving Hemant to get ready for the arrival of Kunal and Mohit.


Kunal stepped into Hemant’s house by evening with a deep sigh of relief, his son Mohit trailing behind him, already brightening at the sight of the warmly lit living room. To Kunal, this wasn’t just another evening — it was a much-needed escape from the chaos he called home. Hemant greeted him with a firm hug, the kind that seemed to absorb all of Kunal’s unspoken pain. Despite Kunal’s tarnished image and the whispers that followed him everywhere, Hemant never treated him with anything but respect and brotherly warmth. Tonight, as Mouni set sail on her so-called "Voyage of Love" with Sagar, Kunal felt an unexpected freedom — the burden of pretense finally left at the door.

Once inside, Mohit dashed off to join Karan, who was already firing up the PlayStation in the game room. The boys instantly fell into their own world of virtual races and friendly taunts, laughing so hard that their voices echoed down the hall. Hemant watched them with a gentle smile, occasionally stepping in to offer them snacks or help them with a tricky game level. In a way, watching the boys reminded both men of simpler times , the carefree childhood moments they wished they could reclaim for themselves.

Meanwhile, in the cozy lounge, Shraddha, a sweet and thoughtful girl, sat cross-legged on the floor beside Anjali. The two were surrounded by colored pencils, sketchbooks, and a mountain of origami paper. Shraddha shyly showed Anjali her drawings of superheroes , knights , princesses and magical forests, her eyes lighting up as Anjali praised each one with genuine admiration. Anjali encouraged Shraddha to imagine stories for her drawings, weaving elaborate tales together that had Shraddha giggling and eagerly adding new characters to the pages. In that warm bubble, Shraddha felt a rare sense of belonging — a comforting break from her otherwise uncertain routine.

After dinner, they all gathered in the living room with bowls of popcorn and mugs of chocolate ice creams. Kunal sat beside Hemant, watching the kids and Anjali play charades, their laughter rising and falling like joyful music. Mohit and Karan acted out superheroes and cartoon characters with exaggerated gestures, while Shraddha hesitated at first but gradually joined in, her face lighting up as everyone cheered her on. For a few blissful hours, there were no broken promises, no uncomfortable truths — just shared jokes, silly guesses, and the simple pleasure of being together.

And in that colorful banter , Hemant noticed Shraddha and Karan pulling on the same book. Noticing they might end up quarelling , he intervened.

"Karan ,Shraddha what's wrong"

Shraddha let go that book and came to Hemant.

"Uncle , Karan has drawn you very well but he is not willing to show it"

Hemant turned to Karan.

"I've seen that Shraddha , he draws me as a superhero. Sometimes Superman , sometimes Batman"

"No uncle , he drew you as a superhero of his own"

"His own , who is it Karan"

"I can't show you papa , its not finished , I need to color it"

"Its okay Karan , your outlines are always better"

Karan with some reluctance showed him the book. Hemant saw the drawings and showed it along to Kunal and Anjali as well as he was impressed by it. He noticed the name given to the superhero.

"GARUD-MAN?"

"I also want to call him EAGLE MAN as well!" Karan said enthusiastically.

The drawing was wonderful. Hemant was painted what it seemed like a Superman inspired character but the difference was he had an eagle shaped mask on his head and some armor designs like Batman. Hemant soon looked at Karan.

"Wonderful drawing Karan , though shall I give you my preference. Papa doesn't like capes , leave the capes out and maybe give Papa.......wings?"

"Like Hawkman"

"Yes...and where did you get the name Garudman"

"Anju didi told me the story of Garuda saving Lord Ram in Ramayana , so I thought Garud-Man , because the superhero backstory is you're given powers by Lord Garuda to protect the earth"

"Interesting. Lord Garuda huh?" Hemant turned to Anjali with a smile. 

"Why not? Lord Garuda does protect you Bhaiya" Anjali clarified.

"Anyways , good job Karan , don't forget Papa's preference , no capes"

"Yes papa , I will show you the finished drawing with coloring next time"

It was a banter he loved as they all played different games and used the playstation for the next few hours.

As the night drew to a close, the kids changed into their pajamas and huddled under a big blanket fort they had built together in the living room. Hemant dimmed the lights, and Kunal felt his heart grow unexpectedly light watching the children drift off to sleep, whispering secret jokes to each other. Anjali read a soft bedtime story, her voice lulling them into peaceful dreams. For that one night, surrounded by laughter and kindness, Kunal felt truly human again. 

They both were sitting in the balcony for a late night drink , though there was no alcohol as Hemant doesn't drink , Hemant shared his stash of beer with Kunal.

"I have to say Hemant , this was much needed for me"

"What the beer?"

"No , the stay , it felt good to be in an actual environment of a home , its been a while for that"

"Are you okay in your home"

"Not exactly Hemant , Mouni and me , we've been fighting a lot. Under Sagar's pressure , Mouni requested to me to join them for the old ways , but I have changed. Those thoughts, it no longer affect me anymore. I have grown from it , and this has resulted in Mouni making unnecessary ruckus and its starting to bother me"

"Maybe you should put a lid to it. You know , stand your ground and make it clear to her that the old ways is no longer welcome"

"Actually , I've been wanting to ask your opinion about something"

"Like what?"

"Life in the house , it has become unbearably bothersome for me. I was thinking about this for some time. A good friend of mine has provided me an offer , a bachelor pad in the suburbs of the city. I can easily afford it"

"Are you saying you want to move out?"

"It will give me a much needed relief Hemant. And to be frank , a break from Mouni is much needed for me , or else I will start to actually hate her and my toxicity will increase"

"But what about Mohit? Wouldn't a separation from his mom and dad affect him?"

"He will be send to boarding in few months anyways."

"Kunal , boarding is not always a solution"

"I know Hemant , but right now that is the only solution that will help me. Besides the boarding is outside the city , I can frequent to him from my new place more. I would've had at my place but I have a feeling Mouni will object to that"

"Okay , do what makes you feel at peace. I am pretty sure you won't make a wrong choice at this point in your life"

"Thanks man , I needed to hear that"

After some casual talks , both Hemant and Kunal went to bed. In the morning they woke up in time and Kunal helped Mohit in getting fresh. It was the time to leave as the kids insisted on more fun times to which both fathers gave them an assurance for the future. Hemant too got fresh and took Shraddha to her place. He called Chaitali who told him her son is out of danger and it wasn't a big issue. She had contacted Tamanna few minutes ago and explained everything and she is on the way home. 

A few minutes later , Hemant heard the locks moving of the main door as Tamanna arrived. Hemant noticed her dishevelled look , her party dress has become a rough mess. Hemant understood she went for the other kind of fun last night. And he had a guess who it might be.

"Umm , I just called Chaitali , she told me her son is ok. Shraddha is in the room , she had a fun time at my place with Anju , Karan and Mohit."

"Mohit?"

"Yeah , Kunal and Mohit came to my place for a sleepover"

"That makes sense"

"How?"

"I saw his wife and her.....boyfriend in the 'Voyage Of Love'"

"Oh....that is........predictable.....so....I am guessing you had a fun time"

Tamanna didn't respond. Hemant got up to leave.

"Look I know you don't like seeing me here , so I will take my leave"

As he was moving to the door , Tamanna immediately got in front of him and hugged him tight. Hemant was taken aback by the embrace. He could feel her tremble.

"You were right Hemant....you were right about him"

That was when worry started to overwhelm him as Hemant caressed her and asked.

"Sandeep , did he do something forceful with you"

Tamanna stayed in that embrace and responded.

"He didn't force , but he tried , and lets just say he couldn't complete the race"

Hemant giggled a little which made Tamanna laugh with him as well to lighten the mood. Tamanna left the embrace.

"Why did you marry you handsome idiot"

"Oh , its not my fault you weren't there in that library ten years ago."

"Fine , sit. I'll make some coffee"

"Actually , I have some important things to do. So how about our usual meet in the usual restaurant sometime later"

"Fine by me. Thank you Hemant,  for Shraddha"

"She is wonderful  and you are welcome"

Hemant left her place to a short visit in the factory for a meet happening in the evening after which he returned home. And in the noon , Sonarika returned from her party exhausted and Hemant played the best family man role preparing lunch and evening snacks for his family. 

And then in the evening was the moment he ran into the WuTang brothers. After taking them out , Hemant checked the surroundings in his attentive state. He noticed that the parking lot had no cameras facing this section. Deducing that he was proparly camouflaged , Hemant picked his phone and called Raquel.

"Bhaijaan?"

"Raquel , I've been marked , bring in a transport to supply. Send you the location"

"On my way , give me two minutes"

He ended the call as Hemant stared down at the pool of blood forming in the parking lot floor. Hemant moved to the back of his SUV and opened the back bonnet. He retrieved a strange box , he placed it on the carrier deck of the back bonnet and opened it to reveal varieties of tools and bottles. Hemant picked up a bunch of steel pipes and assembled it together to form a long stick. He then attached something like a vaccum. Then on one end there was a tube which Hemant connected to an empty can while another tube was attached to a mysterious can that had a solution. Hemant pressed a button and the machine started to make a sound which had partially less sound than a vaccum cleaner. Hemant then pressed another button on the pipe and the vaccum portion started to emit out a  gas on the blood scattered surface. Whatever the gas was , it was cold , the blood particles in the floor started to slowly change color to a more darker red as the entire blood surface got solidified. Then Hemant used a hatchet to break apart the sold blood into pieces and collected it into the box. As he was collecting it , Raquel arrived with a jeep.

Raquel even though was surprised by the initial shock , went to work with Hemant.

"I'll collect these shards. You go identify the bodies"

Raquel checked the bodies and then their pockets. As Hemant completed removing the blood completely from the floor in those shards. Raquel returned to him with the contents from them. 

"They are both brothers Bhaijaan , the WuTang Brothers. Hitmen for hire , from Beijing."

"They both were hired by the SunOnYee of the Chinese Triads. So that means they're trying to confirm its me"

"What do you want to do Bhaijaan?"

"Prepare to dispose the bodies , I have an idea who hired them. Its time to send them a message back!"

The moonlight shimmered across casting an eerie glow on the fishing boat named Heera that is sailing off the coast of Mumbai. Hemant stood at the edge of the deck, hands in his pockets, his dark eyes fixed on the two dismembered bodies sprawled before him. Raquel, his trusted right hand, moved with precise efficiency, directing the men as they hauled large stones and wrapped thick ropes around the mangled limbs. The smell of salt and blood mingled in the humid night air, heavy and suffocating. Hemant’s mind wandered to the past , to a time when killers like the ones laying before him crossed path with , a violent chapter he believed long closed.

The Triads, SunOnYee,18k. Hemant’s jaw tightened remembering these nemesises , a history of violence that was in his blood long back. Years ago, he and his old alliance had waged a silent war against those merciless killers. Back then, Hemant had been the blade in the dark, striking down their assassins and turning the tide in countless bloody encounters. He thought he had buried those memories along with their fallen. But tonight’s ambush, the sudden chaos, had brought those ghosts roaring back into his life like a curse whispered by the sea.

Without a word, Hemant pulled out his phone, the glow of the screen briefly illuminating his sharp, calculating face. He snapped a few pictures of the bodies — insurance, evidence, or perhaps trophies of another victory in his celestial war of good vs evil which has now blemished the lines of the good and the bad with blood. Each click of the camera felt like a nail driven into the coffin of an old rivalry, a signal to whoever dared to challenge him that he was still as ruthless as ever. Then, with a single curt nod, he gave Raquel the signal. The men strained as they rolled the heavy, stone-laden remains overboard, the splash echoing across the silent waves as the sea swallowed them whole.

Hemant stayed at the railing, his gaze locked on the distant Mumbai skyline, the city’s neon glow pulsing like a heartbeat against the black sky. Tonight had been a warning, a message that the forgotten war was clawing its way back to the surface. But Hemant felt no fear, only a cold surge of determination rising in his veins. The sea below hid his enemies’ corpses, but above the waves, he was alive and ready. This time, he would not just survive the storm. He would crush it, piece by piece, until nothing of the Triads or the WuTang Brothers remained but memories lost to the dark depths. In that dim lights of the boat , the ring of Garuda wrapped in his finger glowed , as if it is powering him for the war that approaches to these lands.

                                                                                                                                                                           
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A week later, Hemant was in his work station, cleaning and replenishing his sword. He had cleaned the bloodstains from it on that night of the attack. But today he planned to do something more , he had called in Kamya and Vaibhav to his HQ to reveal his mission.


They arrived at his office room as Hemant greated them wearing a black suit. Raquel was present there as well. As they walked in and sat Hemant started.

"Job well done on the installations of those devices , I had my doubts but I must say , remarkable job keeping the cover and completing the task"

"We appreciate it. Also you didn't held back with our payments"

"Like I said , I am a man of my word , which is why I brought you here"

Both Vaibhav and Kamya sat in anticipation. Hemant then handed over few papers to them as they looked at it confused.

"What is this?"

"Your job letters"

"Job Letters?"

"Yes, from now on, both of you are now Software Development Engineers for YOD Industries. Your official job designation is to design and implement software upgrades and updates to our Company's products and Primary Contributors to the Company's Digital Materials built here like Drones , Chips etc. Plus to maintain a digital data for the sales and purchases of all the nuts , bolts , partitions , materials we make in this factory. That will be your cover"

Both of them listened to him curiously as Hemant stood up.

"Follow me"

Hemant led Kamya and Vaibhav from his office room through the walkway to a steel staircase to the west section of the industry. There a massive section has been setup. Vaibhav and Kamya are stunned to see latest computer hardwares placed in the middle and sections of data drives placed in corner portion of that section. It was a giant tech room with latest computer sets and a big black screen in front covering the wall. 

"This will be your office space and both of you will be provided with a Laniard. Only you two and myself will have access to this Tech Room. For the dedicated staff and other workers , this is the Digital Framework Operations room (DFO) and also where we store our digital blueprints for our project. But your job will be this"

Hemant booted up one computer and when he did that and opened up something. The big screen in that room lit up. Showing a live feed of a camera from a rooftop pointing at a massive structure.

"This is the famous Kohinoor Cultural and Recreational Center. One of the biggest magnum opus infrastructure built by the Regal Corp. Started functioning since 2012 this place has become a massive landmark location of this city. One of the biggest meuseum , art gallery , and all the more a hub of priceless antiques not just of this country , but of the whole world"

All the others observed it , analyzed this new place. But Kamya was confused. She expressed her confusion.

"But what is so special about this place. Why is this place so important to see Sir?"

Hemant smiled as he turned to Kamya.

"Because this is where your dream is Kamya. This is where your dream is Vaibhav. This is where your flower shop is , this is where your computer shop is. Right there in that massive structure , your dreams are locked away. You just have to unlock it"

"Is our mission a bunch of old antique pieces?"

Hemant giggled a little and then looked at both of them.

"Both of you are missing the point. This place is called the Kohinoor. Yes , the very diamond snatched from this country. Here , there is another Kohinoor. Something so precious and priceless , that it can turn us into royalty"

"So somewhere in that building , a priceless diamond is placed. And you are planning to steal it?"

"Precisely , you see this Diamond is someone else's Kohinoor , and returning it to its place will reset the world and in return give us untapped amount of wealth to live in life. So this is an act of kindness. We are going to restore the world.......by stealing"

Kamya nodded.

"So from today , Operation Jewel Thief Begins!"

Vaibhav chuckled at the name sujjestion as Hemant continued.

"The first job is finding it , which is where your secondary phase begins. The devices you planted , they are multipurpose routers means it can bug and hack into any device within its 5 meter radius. I want you to dwelve into this center , hack every cell contact , electrical units , whatever machines that run in smart technology and create a complete list of all the things that happen in that building. The building is not just a meuseum , there are different small businesses running in the corners and basements facing the streets. In short , I want to see how this building lives and breathes."

"But why all this fus sir?"

"Isn't it obvious? Its not an easy task that's why. The place is located near a Metro Station. Plus the Byculla Local Station is nearby. Since the building is located in a covergence of two heavy traffic roads , there is two Law Enforcement Traffic Posts nearby monitoring both these roads. On paper , its downright impossible to steal something from a place that has thousand eyes on it"

"Then why are we doing it sir?"

"Not all jobs can be easy Kamya. But with precise planning and a great setup , we can pull off a Heist that has never happened in the world before."

Kamya looked at Vaibhav , both acknowledging the scope and planning of this operation. The secrecy from Hemant was not an oversight but a calculated move — curiosity is a stronger leash than obligation. Hemant’s right hand man, Raquel, stood silently at his side, an immovable statue of loyalty. The recruits were provided a cover: they were to work as employees at YOD Industry, their roles seemingly ordinary on paper, yet intricately woven into the upcoming operation.

In this first assembly, Hemant did not deliver a detailed blueprint of the heist. Instead, he planted a seed — a promise of a future so luminous that no moral compass could resist veering off course. As they left the room, the recruits carried not just instructions but the raw flame of a dream. 

The following week marked the beginning of meticulous surveillance. Hemant gathered his recruits again, at that same DFO section, now soundproofed control room hidden within YOD Industry’s lower levels. The giant screen controlled by the computers streaming real-time footage from various points across Mumbai. Central among these views stood the majestic Kohinoor Cultural Center in Byculla,  its intricate architecture and rich legacy of art and heritage on display.

Hemant pointed at the largest screen. 

"This" he said. 

"This is where your true skills come alive." 

He explained how to use the seven discreet surveillance devices throughout Mumbai, each one strategically angled to observe every possible entrance, alleyway, and vantage point surrounding the cultural center. These devices — seemingly harmless security units — acted as both eyes and ears, feeding an endless stream of data back to their servers.

"Kamya" Hemant continued, his voice sharp and precise. 

"I need you to analyze the foot traffic patterns. Find me the daily rhythms: who comes in early, who lingers after closing hours, which guards are lazy, and which cameras overlap or blind spot each other." 

Kamya nodded, her mind already stitching together complex algorithms and facial recognition patterns.

"Vaibhav" he turned next 

"You will crack their network systems. Map out their internal security, identify vulnerabilities, and create false maintenance logs or override alarms as needed. We must know the cultural center’s pulse better than its own heartbeat." 

Vaibhav’s fingers twitched with excitement, the adrenaline of a challenge coursing through him.

Raquel stood nearby, occasionally handing over confidential personnel files or building schematics. His presence was both comforting and intimidating, reminding the recruits that the stakes were far higher than a mere corporate espionage stunt.

The recruits continueed their cover jobs — drafting digital reports, attending client calls — to maintain appearances. However, they also became silent watchers, dissecting every nuance of the cultural center’s operations. Hemant’s strategy was simple yet brilliant: surveillance was not about watching alone; it was about understanding behavior so deeply that one could predict, and eventually control, every move inside those halls.

With each passing day, the Kohinoor Cultural Center transformed in their minds from a prestigious building into a living entity, a puzzle to be solved and a fortress to be breached.

To Kamya and Vaibhav, it didn’t matter anymore. Their curiosity had transformed into a feverish loyalty; the mystery was more intoxicating than any concrete detail.

Raquel stood vigilant, a silent guardian ready to erase any trace of doubt or hesitation. He was the final line of assurance, the one who would ensure their escape and provide plausible deniability if things went south.

Hemant kept the process of reminding them of the dual reality they now lived: for others, they were model employees, fueling the growth of YOD Industry. For him, they were architects of an audacious heist, the city’s greatest cultural treasure hanging in the balance.

As they dispersed, each step carried the weight of anticipation. The dream was no longer an abstraction; it was a tangible future hidden behind the ornate doors of the Kohinoor Cultural Center. And though the final act of this grand play was yet to unfold, Hemant knew he had already secured their hearts and minds — the true treasure before the heist even began.

SOMEWHERE EAST OF MUMBAI

The smell of burnt metal and diesel hung heavy in the air at Darukhana Port as Hemant and Raquel stepped out of the former's Thar SUV. The massive workshop before them looked more like a scrapyard warzone than a place of business—rusted car frames, engine parts strewn everywhere, and workers hammering away under flickering tube lights. Inside, Manav Chauhan, the infamous mechanic of Chor Bazaar, was yelling at a boy for misplacing a carburetor. Raquel glanced around, smirking at the chaotic brilliance of the place. Hemant adjusted his crisp linen shirt, brushing off invisible dust as they walked toward Manav’s small office nestled behind a pile of stacked fenders.

"I'm here looking for Manav Chauhan" 

Hemant announced, his voice echoing in the greasy chamber. Manav looked up, a thin grin forming under his stubble. 

"I thought only cops come this formally dressed" Manav snorted, flicking ash off his cigarette. 

"Good thing I am not a cop then. I hear you're a very resourceful wheelman in this city"

"If it has wheels and it needs to run on the ground , you can find it here"

"Then I am at the right place then. Lets talk business" Hemant said sharply. 

"We need two big trucks. Custom. Silent engines, reinforced chassis, run-flat tires, and enough hidden compartments to smuggle a damn battalion if needed." 

Manav raised an eyebrow. 

"Oho, bhai, you planning to steal the Mumbai Stock Exchange or what?" 

Raquel chuckled dryly but quickly fell silent at Hemant's glare.

"What I do with it or what I steal , is none of your consent. I just need to know whether can you do it?"

Manav looked at Hemant curiously and then responded.

"Sirji , I have quiet the talent. But I don't know you. I cannot design the vehicle you want unless I know what you want the vehicle to do"

Manav leaned back in his broken chair, fingers drumming on the armrest. 

"And what makes you think I'll risk my workshop for this? Chor Bazaar has eyes everywhere" 

He said lazily. Hemant stepped closer, placing a thick envelope of cash on Manav’s cluttered desk. 

"Because I’m paying you double your usual rate. And this conversation never leaves this room. You talk, you vanish" 

Hemant warned, his voice chillingly calm. Raquel crossed his arms, scanning the mechanics nearby who were trying to eavesdrop. 

"You think you're the first to threaten me in my own den?" Manav laughed loudly. 

"You're dumber than you look."

Hemant's eyes glinted as he leaned in, his tone suddenly intimate and almost fatherly. 

"Manav Chauhan, born in Sewri. First gig at age sixteen, boosting a Scorpio near CST. By twenty, you were slicing up imported vehicles from the hotel chains in Worli for spare parts. Now you’re the undisputed king of vehicle chop-shops in Chor Bazaar. Every custom piece of junk in this city’s underworld has your fingerprints. Even though you built four wheelers , you work more on bikes because one its your favorite type of ride and two its less time consuming to build. Every sunday , you like to eat chicken shawarma from Ratan's shop at Nagpada Circle. You visit Kamathipura every month on the 14th to meet with your favorite girl Rimjhim thanks to the kindness of her owner and brothel head Rani Maaya. Two months ago , you bought yourself a desi pistol because in your last business deal, you created a fuss with the Pathan Gang. You also changed your place of stay in Mustafa Bazar since the Pathan's know that place. You know live in a wonderful one room setup in Mazgaon just past the Dargah , making it easy for you to lay low and run shop while stay protective under the Dilawar gang" 

Manav’s smirk faded, replaced by a tight, wary expression. Hemant tapped the table softly. 

"I am not here to play some stupid game of chance Manav. If I can know all of this about you , you can rest assure its not just the info I can acquire. Complete this job for me and you will be paid well, quiet well. But don't even think about double cross. You’re a genius, but even geniuses can disappear."

Silence enveloped the room. Manav swallowed, eyes darting to Raquel’s cold stare, then back to Hemant, who now deliberately shifted his shirt to reveal a Smith & Wesson revolver tucked into his waistband. 

Hemant continued, voice low and deadly 

"I don’t need to threaten you in your workshop. I’m just reminding you what happens to people who try to double cross me. You help me, you will be paid well. You cross me, you won’t even have a grave." 

Manav exhaled, finally nodding. 

"Fine. You’ll get your trucks. Silent as the night and strong as your threats."

As Hemant and Raquel turned to leave, a hush fell across the workshop. The welders and grinders paused, eyes glued to the men who had just reduced their boss to silence. The two men walked out slowly, each step echoing like a drumbeat of finality. As they approached the Thar SUV, workers and local goons instinctively moved aside, sensing an invisible line they dared not cross. Hemant glanced once over his shoulder at the still-staring Manav before pulling open the door. In moments, they roared out of Darukhana Port, leaving behind the tense silence and the smell of fear drifting with the diesel smoke.


The social life of Hemant hit an all time high , with each successful contract, Hemant found himself increasingly invited into Mumbai’s elite circles, rubbing shoulders with influential business tycoons and celebrities. Sonarika expressed her interests in going to elite parties with him but Hemant denied her , claiming this is just an early stage development. He promised he will take her to these events once his footing among the city's elites is solidified. Plus Hemant understood the dark truth hiding behind these expensive alcohols and extravagant parties. He didn't want Sonarika to fall victim to the fame and loose herself in the glitter and glamour of these nights. Plus he was more than happy she made a name for herself with heading her TANISHQ office and becoming a somewhat known figure in the city since her news interview. 

And it was in these parties where Hemant started to meet Ananya Pandey  , the bollywood actress in these circles. And just like Ananya promised in their first meet , she started to take him to special events among her friend circles. Ananya, known for her charm and vivacious spirit, found herself instantly drawn to Hemant’s sharp intellect and warm, approachable demeanor. Unlike most people she encountered in her glamorous world, Hemant was grounded and genuinely interested in more than just appearances. 

Their conversations , though initially focused on Ananya's world of entertainment and glamour ,  sharing casual jokes about camera angles and awkward poses, soon evolved into a spirited debate on innovation in India and the role of technology in national defense. Ananya realized she had found in Hemant someone refreshingly different from the film industry crowd.

As the weeks went by, Ananya and Hemant found themselves naturally gravitating toward each other. They began meeting over casual brunches at sea-facing cafés in Bandra, attending art exhibitions, or joining some of her friends at private dinners hosted by Mumbai’s high society. Ananya admired Hemant’s unwavering optimism and the way he spoke passionately about his vision for YOD Industries. 

Meanwhile, Hemant found Ananya’s authenticity and playful energy a comforting escape from his otherwise strategic and high-pressure world. During these encounters, they exchanged stories of their respective fields—Ananya sharing behind-the-scenes film anecdotes, while Hemant described his experiences working with defense engineers and military officials.

Their bond deepened through shared experiences and quiet support for each other’s endeavors. Ananya began to confide in Hemant about her struggles to break free from typecast roles and her dream of doing meaningful cinema. Hemant, in turn, shared his fears of failure and the constant pressure to deliver innovations that could impact national security. Each interaction built layers of trust and understanding, transforming their initial spark of friendship into an unspoken alliance of two ambitious yet vulnerable souls.

Before long, Mumbai’s elite circles started to whisper about the surprising yet inspiring friendship blossoming between the promising industrialist and the beloved Bollywood star—a connection built not on convenience or fame, but on genuine respect and heartfelt camaraderie.

As she promised , she did call for a special date , but it wasn't some night party but rather a game of Tennis. Ananya said Pranitha revealed Hemant's knack for tennis and she has been practising lately for a new sports movie regarding tennis. And in this way ,  they formed a friendly bonding under Pranitha's absence. Plus Hemant being married helped with the chaos of media as they won't initiate the "dating" rumors with him.

For now they had met a couple of times over tennis and clubhouse hangouts. But tonight was different , tonight was another Manish Malhotra bash party , Hemant intended to be there as it was at that party his life changing events began. Plus another important aspect is that he isn't going as another date , he is going as an invited guest , signifying his growth from a nobody way back in that party to a notable personality in the city after a year.

As usual , he set an appointment with the makeup man Roxy but then Ananya insisted to go together for that so Hemant went to her duplex flat. Roxy this time gave Hemant a black blazer jacket with golden checklines on it followed by a full on black smooth textured silky pants. And contrary to last time with a cream color shirt , this time Hemant was given a vibrant golden color shirt underneath. And Ananya on the contrary wore a bright silver color party dress matching Hemant's clothes color intensity. They both were escorted in a hired deluxe vehicle to the venue.

Hemant stepped out of this deluxe car in the venue, adjusting his blazer as the night breeze kissed his face. The glittering skyline of Mumbai sparkled behind him, but tonight, all eyes were on Manish Malhotra’s penthouse towering above. Last year, Hemant had entered this party as an accidental common man coming as a date for his friend Pranitha , dreaming of a bigger life. Tonight, he arrived as the head of YOD Industries, a man whose name carried weight. By his side, the stunning Ananya Pandey walked gracefully in a shimmering silver dress, her hand slipping around his muscular arm. As they ascended the grand staircase, Ananya whispered with a teasing smile. 

“Feeling like a superstar already, Mr. Industrialist Hunk?” 

Hemant chuckled. 

“Tonight, I think I finally am.” He admitted.

The moment they entered, the party lit up with whispers and eager eyes. Hemant’s charm was magnetic. A chiselled jaw, thick hair slicked back, and that blazer revealing just enough of his sculpted chest to turn heads. Business contacts and celebrities alike surrounded him, exchanging quick greetings and giggles. Ananya, though used to the spotlight herself, couldn’t help but feel pride and a tiny flame of possessiveness for the man beside her. As she raised her glass to toast him, she murmured softly. 

“You’re stealing my thunder tonight, Hemant.” 

He smirked. 

“Maybe we can share it.”

And that is the part she liked about Hemant. He didn't have that elite ego many in this field usually has. Plus it was a delight for her to watch him find a healthy drink in a place where alcohol and wines were getting passed in abundance. Eventually , Ananya and Hemant were split as she was led by her friend group leaving Hemant isolated. Hemant regardless enjoyed his time because he was here as a self identified man. This was his first time being in the elite circle being recognized. And its been a long time since he felt it this way. He stayed enjoying his new stature and enjoying the ambience of the party.

In the midst of the glittering crowd, Hemant’s gaze was drawn to the dance floor where the well known actress Janhvi Kapoor swayed elegantly in a midnight blue dress. But something caught his eye , the zipper on her back slowly lowering, threatening to reveal more than intended. Without a second thought, Hemant excused himself and approached her, gently tapping her shoulder. Surprised, Janhvi turned and found herself looking into his intense, reassuring eyes. 

“May I have this dance?” Hemant asked with a half-smile. She laughed lightly. 

“I’d be honored.”

As they danced close, Hemant leaned toward her ear, his voice low and careful. 

“Your dress… the zip at the back is slipping. I can help fix it if you’re comfortable.” 

Janhvi blushed, her hand instinctively reaching behind her. 

"Are you hired by Manish to protect women in this party? the rumored 'chivalry specialist' from last year who helped another actress" 

Hemant nodded modestly. 

“Just trying to save your night quietly.” 

She gazed at him, heart skipping a beat. Until tonight, Hemant had only been a name and a few pictures to her. But up close, his warmth and confidence pulled her in unexpectedly.

From across the room, Ananya watched, her eyes narrowing slightly. As she saw Janhvi’s soft smile and the closeness of their dance, a pang of jealousy surged within her. She quickly excused herself from her group, striding toward Hemant with determined grace. When she reached him, she gently tapped his arm. 

“Stealing another actress now?” she teased, masking her insecurity with a playful tone. 

"Nope , just being the Chivalry Specialist for the night" Hemant confessed.

Hemant grinned, stepping aside to let Janhvi retreat with a grin. Ananya slipped her arm around him tightly. 

“Come, you’re mine tonight.” She declared, pulling him back to her circle of friends.

As the music thumped and the night grew wilder, Ananya made sure Hemant stayed close. She introduced him to her close friends and co-stars, showering him with affectionate glances and inside jokes. Hemant played along, laughing and engaging warmly. Yet, he could feel Janhvi’s gaze from afar, shy, curious, and undeniably drawn to him. Every time their eyes met, she would quickly look away, her cheeks coloring. Hemant smiled inwardly; he never expected to stir such interest so effortlessly.

Eventually, Hemant found himself face-to-face with Manish Malhotra, who was basking in compliments for his decor and arrangements. 

“Hemant!” Manish exclaimed, pulling him into a friendly hug. 

“I must say, you’ve become the talk of the town.!” 

"I guess fortune favors the brave."

"Have you done any modelling?"

"Not in my lifetime"

"Well , I have this new gig coming for a wedding magazine showing my latest designs , and I've been thinking , you would make an excellend model for it. Would you like to be my muse for this gig?"

Hemant laughed politely, raising his hand in gentle refusal. 

“Manish, thank you, but I have zero knowledge on modelling or any such thing.”

"Come on its easy. Plus it will boost your name among the elite circle. And I can give you a good amount of exposure to your identity and your industry"

"Are you sure?"

Manish, undeterred, leaned in conspiratorially.

"Its nothing provocative Hemant , you will be dressed up in my latest shervani designs and textures. It will be for a wedding magazine , plus you won't be the main attraction in it. The lead is Mrunal Thakur , and her female attire is the front page cover , your involvement will be in the pages underneath it , just a few shots."

"Oh , then it that case. I am in. Just handle me with baby steps okay?"

"Sure , I'll do Mr.Handsome Hunk"

Soon Ananya walked in noticing the two of them talking.

"What are you guys on about"

"Oh I was just convincing this gentleman to be my muse for my next shoot campaign"

"And? Please tell me he agreed?"

"Oh he definitely did" Hemant nodded on Manish's words.

"YAY!" Ananya cheered and smiled as they led them both to her friends and social group.

“We’re celebrating this properly tonight” she exclaimed, pulling them towards the center. 

Janhvi, unable to resist the happy energy, joined them along with other guests. The air shimmered with excitement and laughter. Hemant lifted his glass of diet coke high. 

“To new journeys and unexpected adventures!” he toasted. 

The women around him giggled, their admiration for him deepening, touched by his grounded spirit.

The night rolled on till midnight, music echoing through the shimmering penthouse. Hemant didn’t touch a drop of alcohol, his diet coke never leaving his hand. Yet, his presence was intoxicating enough for everyone around. Ananya stayed glued to him, fiercely protective yet sweetly enamored. Janhvi, while keeping her distance, couldn’t stop stealing glances, her mind replaying their brief dance and his gentle voice. Hemant looked around at the glowing faces, the city lights twinkling below, and felt a deep contentment wash over him. He had arrived , at a new height of fame and luxury that once he had a taste of long back.

After some time , Hemant was standing alone in the dimly lit open space of the penthouse, his glass of coke glinting in the city lights that sprawled beneath him. The distant laughter and music from the other side of the party felt like echoes from a different life. Tonight was supposed to be a celebration , his own moment of triumph as a known face , an identity of his own , no longer just Pranitha’s mysterious date from last year but a man with a name that turned heads. Yet, in that private corner of the sky, he found himself drawn into a different world. 

That's when a voice, soft and achingly familiar, called out. 

"Mike!" 

His heart stuttered. Slowly turning, he saw her standing there as though the years hadn’t dared touch her. She looked just the same , elegant and angelic.

"Ashnoor!" 

Hemant whispered, his voice trembling with an emotion he hadn’t felt in so long. She looked just as he remembered: the short light pink dress clinging lovingly to her curves, her thighs peeking out with that same shy boldness that had once driven him mad. He remembered how she had hated her body, always calling herself "too big" for the skinny boys's eyes. But to him, she had been a masterpiece  every soft curve, that delicate smooth meaty ass , her well proportionate boobs , her lips the best drug in the world ,  every inch of that radiant Punjabi skin, every laugh that seemed to chase away the darkness in his soul. That dress had been her acceptance , the one she wore when he took her to Twilight Cove in London, their first date night. It had been their night of promises and shared dreams, the night they had become each other’s entire universe.

She stepped closer now, her smile as gentle as moonlight. 

"You came back to me, back in the skies" she said. 

Her voice weaving through his heart like an old song. 

"I know" Hemant replied, a tear threatening to escape. 

"I thought I lost you." 

Her smile faltered then, replaced by a tender sadness. 

"You did lose me" she murmured. 

"But now you’re here, where you belong. I’ll be here with you, always" 

The words cut deeper than any blade. He remembered. The truth thundered back into his chest

Ashnoor was gone, taken from him by a cruel twist of fate years ago. Memories of that cursed night echoed in his head, the burnt house, the dead bodies that were once living beings important to his life. All gone , in a night of flames that burned all of him.

His family, his wife Sonarika and his son Karan , his sister in every right Anjali ,  they were his reality now. The illusion began to shimmer, and before his eyes, Ashnoor dissolved into a cluster of fireflies, drifting upwards, vanishing into the star-freckled night.

As he watched the last flicker disappear, an almost unbearable wave of grief crashed over him. He felt her absence more vividly than ever, like a wound reopening. He struggled to steady his breath, holding on to the railing for support when Ananya’s voice cut through the silence. 

"Hemant? Are you okay?" 

She asked softly, her concern knitting her brows. He turned, forcing a fragile smile. 

"Yeah, I’m fine. Just remembered an old memory... a bit depressing" he confessed. 

Ananya stepped forward, her warmth grounding him. 

"Now is not the time for depression" she said, her hand finding his arm gently. 

"It’s time to embrace your future  with us, with me. Tonight is your night." 

With a bright, reassuring smile, she pulled him toward the music and laughter. Hemant let himself be led, the weight in his chest slowly dissolving into the night air, as he rejoined the living, carrying the memory of Ashnoor in a quiet, hidden corner of his heart. Her memory now a fuel to a different flame in his mind and heart.

On his drive home , Hemant recieved an unexpected call from Pranitha.

"Hey Pranitha"

"WHAT THE HELL HEMANT!"

"Woah , what happened?"

"You went to Manish's party and was hogging around Ananya?"

"Umm , yeah. She was a good company"

"I am not that stupid Hemant"

"What are you talking about"

"I know you accepted Ananya as your date because you wanna get cozy with her , I guess the essence of fame has started to mend your brain."

"You are jumping to conclusions , I accepted her request because she was available and I could get Roxy's help for my apparel. If you were here I would've preferred you. But you're not here , considering you're busy with your old flame having a wonderful time"

There was no response from Pranitha for a few seconds after which she responded.

"What did you just say? I am with what?"

"Oh come on Pranitha , don't act all innocent with me. Simon told me your history with Rony. You ignored me on purpose in our last meet and was very touchy flirty with him. Its not like you care about me in that regard"

Hemant regretted the moment he said those words. Pranitha didn't respond for a few more longer seconds. Hemant was a bit nervous.

"Pranitha?"

"------------"

"Pranitha are you there? Hello?"

"Goodbye Hemant"

Pranitha ended the call abruptly, Hemant realized in that moment that she is definitely upset. He decided to sort it out with her when they meet next time.

                                                                                                                                                               
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Hemant returned home past midnight, his jacket still carrying the faint scent of expensive cologne and flavor of the soda he drank from Manish Malhotra’s glittering party. As he stepped quietly into the bedroom, he saw Sonarika lying in bed, her back turned, breathing heavy but uneven. He knew she was pretending to sleep. He slipped off his watch, letting the clasp click on the nightstand, and softly asked. 


"How was your day, Sona?" 

Her silence was sharp, edged with something deeper than mere tiredness. Finally, she turned to face him, eyes glinting in the soft lamp glow. 

"How do you think it was?" she shot back.

"I know you're mad. I promise I will make it up to you"

"When , in the next lifetime?" Sonarika questioned back.

"Come on Sona"

"Am I suppose to accept the situation that I cannot go with my husband and meet celebrities and stuff and enjoy the moment"

"Its not like that. Someone has to be here , we cannot leave Karan and Anju alone in home"

"Whatever , there is always an excuse when it comes to our personal times"
 
The air crackled with tension, each sentence pulling them further apart until finally, Hemant gave up arguing. Without another word, he began unbuttoning his shirt, tossing it aside, shedding his trousers, and disappearing into the bathroom. Moments later, his voice called out, breaking the silence: 

"Sona! I forgot the towel!"

Frustrated, Sonarika swung her legs off the bed, grabbed the towel, and stormed toward the bathroom. She flung open the door, ready to scold him, but before she could utter a word, Hemant’s wet arm shot out, grabbing her wrist. She squealed, half-annoyed, half-thrilled, as he dragged her inside, the towel slipping from her hand. 

"Hemant, stop! I’m still wearing—" 

She protested, giggling breathlessly, pushing at his chest. But his lips crashed onto hers, stealing her words and her resistance. Slowly, her protests softened into eager moans as his fingers slid over the delicate straps of her nightie, sending shivers down her spine.

The thin fabric of her nightie fell in a hushed whisper to the bathroom floor beside the forgotten towel. The hot water rained down on them, their skin sliding together in urgent waves. Sonarika’s frustrations melted into the steam as Hemant’s lips traced her neck and shoulders, his hands memorizing every curve. Each gasp and tremor drew them deeper into each other, the world outside dissolving into nothing but the rhythm of their bodies. Her pussy gripped tightly onto his cock as her arms and legs encircled his body. His hands were holding on to her ass, keeping her up against the wall. Hemant began thrusting into Sonarika, fucking her hard as the water kept them warm. They kissed hard and passionately, their lips never letting go. He squeezed her ass cheeks, feeling the snugness of her pussy. Hemant pushed his dick harder into her, using his legs to give her as much pleasure as he could. She clung to him, nails digging into his back, finally letting go of all the bitterness she had carried.

Sonarika let go of his lips and buried her head into his shoulder. She was moaning and groaning as he continued to run rampant on her inside. Hemant lowered his head and took one of her hard nipples into his mouth. He suckled on it sending shivers through her entire frame. Her legs got even tighter around his waist. Her pussy got tighter and was producing so much more of her wetness. She was close to cumming. He suckled her nipple a bit tight, and that was enough to set Sonarika off. Hemant wasn't far behind. Feeling the spasming of her wall was more than enough to get him to where he needed to be. Hemant tightened his hands on her ass and let go a wave of cum into her. They were both moaning and yelling as they were overwhelmed by their mutual orgasm. After that , with every kiss and every deep, aching movement, she felt her heart unravel and rebuild around him, stronger, more certain.

They stumbled out of the bathroom, dripping and breathless, falling onto the bed in a tangle of limbs and desire. Hemant’s touch was more tender now, their passion stretching into a slow, intoxicating dance that felt endless. Hemant's cock throbbed a bit inside Sonarika's snug pussy, which responded by gripping his cock harder. He took a breath and began to saw his cock back and forth, the feeling electric around his hard pole. He pulled her hips to him as he grinded his cock as deep as he could inside her, Sonarika giving little gasps and coos as his dick slide in and out of her slit. Sonarika arched beneath him, her body and soul opening completely, surrendering to wave after wave of pleasure that left her trembling and gasping her husband's name. 

Hemant started to quicken his pace as his cock, glistening with her pussy juice, stretched her pussy lips each time he pulled back out only to see them disappear when he sunk back into her each time. He felt his balls beginning to contract. 

"UHHHHHHHH!!" was all Hemant could manage through clenched teeth. 

He tried to keep his orgasm as quiet as possible in this hour of the night making sure neither Karan nor Anju wakes up. Hemant grabbed her hips and pushed in as hard as he could, and he felt his cock spasm deep inside her. She responded by gripping his cock with her pussy as she milked the cum he had accumulated  shoot deep into her womb. His entire body clenched as he fired hard inside her cunt, emptying his balls inside her. The intensity was so great he thought he was going to pass out as he filled her with his cum. And that made Sonarika go off and before she could make a sound , Hemant sealed her lips with his swallowing her moans and screams into him.

Hemant breathed deep to the night air as his orgasm subsided. He held himself inside her, wanting to make sure he kept his cum plunged inside her for as long as he could. His cock convulsed a couple of times, squirting the last few drops of his semen into her depths. Hemant leaned over her, laying his heaving chest exposed lying on his back taking deep breaths alongside her. Hemant listened to her heart race as he gasped for air. 

"I take it back husband , you should go more to these parties"

"Why?"

"Because you will return home all horny and I get to enjoy our best private times!"

Both of them giggled. When at last they lay still, skin pressed to skin, she curled into him, her face buried against his neck. In that silent embrace, every unspoken hurt was soothed, every distance bridged, and she felt utterly loved, cherished beyond words.

Their breathing slowed, the warmth of their bodies mingling beneath the sheets. Sonarika pressed a gentle kiss to Hemant’s chest, her fingers tracing lazy circles along his side. He pulled her closer, their legs intertwined, and she felt his lips brush her forehead. 

A quiet promise that tomorrow would be different. Wrapped in each other, they drifted into sleep, hearts beating in perfect sync, the night holding them in a soft, forgiving hush. And for the first time in weeks, Sonarika felt whole, her mind and body sated, her heart cradled safely in the arms of the man she loved.

Despite her decision to move on, Sonarika found herself haunted by Vikram's memory. She tried to focus on her family, and for a while, it worked. Hemant had begun to change in beautiful, surprising ways — he started paying more attention to her needs, making small gestures that reminded her of their early marriage along with something new. She saw a renewed warmth in his eyes, and Karan's laughter often echoed through the halls of their home, anchoring her to her role as a wife and mother. But even as she cherished these moments, the shadow of Vikram lingered in the corners of her mind, a quiet whisper she could not silence.

The night on the yacht reignited everything she had tried to suppress. At Rachika's bachelorette party, the alcohol dulled her inhibitions, and she surrendered fully to the magnetic pull of Vikram. The night turned into a blur of music, stars, and longing. But in a twist that startled her heart, Vikram stopped her before she went too far, choosing to protect her dignity instead of exploiting her vulnerability. When she woke up, she realized he had stayed by her side all night, careful and restrained. In that moment, she saw a new side of Vikram , a man capable of tenderness, of putting her wellbeing above his desires. This realization deepened her affection for him and cracked open something she thought she had locked away forever.

Sonarika now found herself torn between two worlds. On one side was Hemant, who had shown her what steady, gentle love looked like, who shared her life and son. On the other was Vikram, who awakened a passion in her that felt almost spiritual, who saw her in ways she sometimes didn't see herself. Each man filled different parts of her soul — Hemant grounded her, while Vikram set her spirit ablaze. The guilt of wanting them both gnawed at her, threatening to consume her from within. She oscillated between moments of intense love for her husband and secret longing for her forbidden lover.

In her quietest moments, Sonarika began to contemplate the concept of polygamy. She researched, read, and reflected on cultures and philosophies that embraced loving more than one person. She realized that the human heart might not be as linear as society demanded. The rigid notion of monogamy suddenly felt too narrow to contain the vastness of her feelings. Sonarika saw that her love for Hemant did not diminish her love for Vikram; instead, each love existed in a different dimension, complementing and not conflicting. This understanding both terrified and liberated her, allowing her to see herself more fully than she ever had.

ONE DAY IN ANDHERI

Anjali had just stepped out of the crowded Andheri station, clutching her backpack tightly, her mind focused on the endless assignments waiting at her medical institute. But fate had other plans. Out of nowhere, Rafique slithered out from the alleyway like a viper. His eyes scanned her up and down with a vile hunger, a smirk spreading across his lips. 

"Anjali, my love" he hissed, stepping forward as if he owned the ground beneath him. 

"Come with me…...and you will live like a princess in my world. No one will ever dare touch you, except me." 

Anjali froze, her heart thundering. Memories of his past torments flashed in her mind. She pleaded softly, her voice trembling, but Rafique’s sickening gaze only grew bolder.

But then, in that split second of terror, she remembered the taser ring. Anjali also remembered the words Hemant had engraved in her mind. 

'This ring works best on the most sensitive spot' 

Her fingers curled around the small taser ring, her fear transforming into raw resolve. Rafique took another lecherous step in anticipation. Without a moment’s hesitation, Anjali activated the ring and, with a sudden surge of courage, lunged forward, grabbing Rafique right in his crotch. A burst of electric vengeance screamed through his body. His face twisted in shock and agony as he convulsed, his knees buckling under him. He collapsed on the dusty road, shrieking like a demon dragged into hell.

Without even glancing back, Anjali bolted from the scene, her breath ragged and tears threatening to blur her vision. She darted into an auto, demanding to be taken to the Tanishq office where her sister, Sonarika, worked. Bursting into the posh air-conditioned cabin, she found Sonarika dbangd in a red saree, her bangles tinkling softly as she turned around with a worried gasp. Sonarika’s eyes widened, scanning Anjali from head to toe. 

"Anju , what happened?"

"Didi!!"

She pulled her into an embrace, running her fingers through her sister’s hair, whispering calming words. As Anjali trembled, she finally let out the entire ordeal, her words punctuated with sobs and raw fear.

"Its Rafique , he tried to attack me again Didi. I ran from him  , he is back to torment me"

The crimson in Sonarika’s saree almost seemed to mirror the fire erupting in her eyes. She stepped back, her jaw clenched, her nostrils flaring like a lioness ready to maul. With deadly calm, she dialed Meghna. 

"Meghna , the papers I've asked , is it ready?" she asked. 

Sonarika's voice like a blade slicing through the silence. Meghna confirmed, her voice steady. Sonarika simply said. 

"Meet me outside the office. Its time we give him an ultimatum." 

She turned to Anjali, wiping her tears with surprising gentleness. 

"You’re coming with me" she declared, her eyes softening just enough for her sister.

Outside, Meghna rolled up with her car, accompanied by two towering women — bouncers from a city pub, arms folded, eyes burning with loyalty. Sonarika led Anjali into her car, Meghna’s convoy tailing behind. They cut through the busy Mumbai streets like a silent storm, the glasses of the vehicle glinting like daggers in sunlight. As they reached the grimy outskirts of Dilawar’s colony, the air shifted , a cocktail of menace and cheap booze. The colony’s entrance teemed with goons, their glares thick with challenge, but Sonarika didn’t slow down for a heartbeat.

Sonarika stepped out, her red saree flowing like war banners, her anklets chiming like battle drums. The men whistled and sneered, but she strode forward, her chin high, her eyes trained like twin flamethrowers. They soon arrived at the center of the colony where Dilawar's bungalow is. The goons passed lews comments about her , talking about how Dilawar wants to take her to bed. But Sonarika was unbothered , on the contrary it only added more fuel to her inner fire. The goons parted unwillingly, her aura slicing through them. At the lobby of the bungalow was Dilawar, lounging on a broken chair, a gold chain dangling from his thick neck, his oily eyes locking onto her. As he saw her approach, his lips curled into a depraved grin. Sonarika — the woman he had obsessed with was walking straight to him, fury wrapped around her like a second skin.

Without flinching, Sonarika stood inches away from Dilawar. His eyes devoured her curves shamelessly, his fingers twitching as if he could already feel her under his grasp. 

"You might've met women that cowar over your presence Dilawar , fall victim to your deranged nature. I but don't fall in that list , I know how stray dogs like you need to be treated"

"I know Sonarika darling. I do prefer you strong like this" Dilawar retorted with a grin.

"You wanted strength then let me strangle your thirst."

Sonarika snapped open the folder Meghna handed her, thrusting the legal papers into his face. 

"These are restraining orders. You and your scum brother Rafique can’t come within thirty meters of us again. And if you did , both you brothers will rot in the chasm of a prison for the rest of your lives" 

Sonarika hissed. Dilawar acknowledged the legal threat she possessed right now. She tilted her head, her eyes boring into his soul. 

"If I see you or your trash of a brother near my sister or me again,  I promise the next time your little brother won’t just hurt his balls , it will be cut clean off!! "

As Dilawar seethed, Sonarika glared back at him making him feel the heat of the raging fire of hatred inside her. Meghna and the bouncers stepped forward, forming a wall of intimidation. The nearby goons lunged in a last attempt to assert dominance, but the bouncers moved like a pack of wolves, fists crashing into jaws, knees cracking ribs. The colony echoed with groans and curses as Sonarika turned her back on Dilawar. She pulled Anjali along, her hand strong and unwavering. Before slipping into the car, she threw one last glare at Dilawar, her eyes blazing like molten iron. 

"Stay away, or I’ll burn your world into ashes" She snarled.

Dilawar stood frozen, blood pounding in the temple of his head. The woman he craved just humiliated him in front of his entire pack. Rage and lust coiled around his heart like venomous serpents. As the goons who got mauled by the bouncers nursed their wounds and whimpered, one limped up to him. 

"Bhai… what will we do?" He stammered. 

Dilawar’s lips curled into a sinister smirk, his gaze still fixed on where Sonarika had vanished. 

"What else can we do? From now on stay away from her. And check up on Rafique , I need him back here"

"But Bhai , are we seriously going to let her walk away insulting our manhood?"

"Who says we are? She has a wonderful fire in her. She wants to play queen to her kingdom? Fine. Her restraining order only mentions her and that girl. But not her precious loser husband Hemant… and that little bitch of a son of theirs."

A cold, dark glint flickered in Dilawar’s eyes as he leaned back, letting out a low, animalistic chuckle. 

"We’ll make her watch as we turn her loser husband and her son's life into a nightmare…make her wimpy husband beg and cowar before my feet. She thinks she can tame me? She has no idea who she’s dealing with." 

He licked his lips, imagining her defiant stare turning into desperate screams. In that moment, his desire for Sonarika crystallized into an obsession beyond redemption. He promised to himself to break her spirit, piece by piece, until she would crawl to him, begging for mercy. And this time, he vowed, no court order, no law enforcements, no womanly rage would be able to save her from his twisted grasp.

As days went by , some of the busy days of work engulfed Sonarika. At Tanishq, she had just closed two massive investment deals that promised to redefine the brand’s growth. Her colleagues lauded her, her team admired her dedication, and she felt the surge of satisfaction that came with achievement. Yet , a certain emptiness tugged at her heart , a hollow space only one man seemed to occupy.

Lately , Meghna has shown not much interest in their relation. Sonarika believed its probably because of the yatch incident. For most times , she felt gratitude that Meghna might be turning her attention away either by that or her fondness for Disha. But there was some things deep inside bothering her.

When she returned home after long days at work, the warmth of her family usually melted her worries away. Karan’s mischievous giggles as he ran circles around Anjali, Anjali’s bubbly optimism that lit up every corner of the house, and Hemant’s gentle affection , all of it wrapped her in a comforting cocoon. But lately, even the joyous chaos of home couldn’t drown out the persistent echoes of her past. Memories of Vikram Bajaj drifted into her thoughts at the strangest times: in the boardroom, during dinner, or as she helped Karan with his homework. She remembered his magnetic presence, the way his touch had set her soul alight, and how effortlessly he had read her desires.

Sonarika had convinced herself she had moved past Vikram after she ended their affair to protect her family. She had drawn a clear line, buried her emotions, and doubled down on her responsibilities as a wife and mother. But that night at the bachelorette party had undone her fragile resolve. She had lost control, surrendered to an old hunger, and kissed him with all the passion she thought she had long forgotten. Yet, instead of exploiting her vulnerability, Vikram had cared for her tenderly, guarding her dignity through the night. It was this unexpected kindness that haunted her now more than any reckless kiss or heated embrace.

Since that night, Vikram had vanished into the shadows of his business world, leaving only a cryptic message about urgent matters. His silence gnawed at her mind, each day stretching longer in his absence. She missed the intoxicating blend of danger and intimacy they shared , the stolen glances, the secret laughter, the electric charge that seemed to spark whenever he was near. She tried to focus on her work and family, to remind herself of all she had to lose, but her heart betrayed her. She found herself replaying old memories, staring at some of her Bali photos in her social media remembering what they did after taking that pic , and wondering where he was and if he thought of her too.

As evening settled and the stars blinked to life, Sonarika found herself alone on the balcony, the city lights glimmering below. The cool breeze whispered across her skin, carrying with it memories of Vikram’s hands, his warm breath at her ear. Her breath quickened, her thoughts drifting to the place she swore she wouldn’t visit again. Slowly, she closed her eyes, surrendering to the ache inside her, imagining him beside her, touching her, claiming her. In that quiet moment, beneath the vast sky, Sonarika realized she was no longer just missing Vikram , she was yearning for him, slipping deeper into a longing that threatened to consume her entirely.

                                                                                                                                                                               
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Then the day of the birthday party night arrived. It was special for the party because both mother and son shared the same birthday. In a funny banter way, Sonarika often claims Karan will forever be her best birthday gift in her life. In the morning , Sonarika and Karan had a video call chat with both Sonarika's parents in Delhi and Hemant's parents in Kerala. Both the old generation giving their best wishes to the current and future one. But Sonarika was in a very rowdy mood tonight as her mind was focused on her family for the night. No Vikram haunted her for the day as her mind was roaming around the memories of her marriage life and sweet moments of her family.


Time went by as the family prepared for the grant birthday party in the evening.

Sonarika stood before the mirror, her fingers delicately adjusting the pleats of her golden embroidered saree. The blouse clung to her curves, revealing glimpses of her toned back and a teasing hint of cleavage through its clever design. Her face glowed with excitement. As she admired herself, she heard the familiar sound of Hemant’s footsteps approaching. Her heart fluttered as she turned slightly, catching sight of him entering the room.

Hemant paused at the door, his gaze drinking her in from head to toe. She did the same at him , acknowledging the ridiculous amounts of change in him. His transformation was nothing short of miraculous , from a soft, unfit figure to the towering, chiseled hunk of a man standing before her now. Sonarika felt her breath hitch as their eyes met. 

"You look... divine" Hemant murmured, his voice low and husky. 

Sonarika laughed softly, the sound ringing like music. 

"Oh? Only divine? I thought I'd hear something more... passionate from my handsome husband" 

She teased, lifting an eyebrow. Hemant stepped closer, his fingers tracing the bare skin of her waist as he whispered. 

"You look like a goddess who descended just to steal my sanity." 

Sonarika giggled, brushing her lips teasingly close to his ear. 

"Hmm... by the way, did you buy me a gift? Or did you forget amidst all your workouts and business?" 

Her voice dripped with mischief, and she watched as Hemant's eyes widened.

"I already bought it" he retorted quickly, a playful defiance in his tone. 

"You'll get it after we cut the cake tonight." 

Sonarika pouted dramatically, leaning closer so her warm breath fanned across his lips. 

"Oh? Keeping secrets from your wife now? You know, that deserves a punishment" 

She warned in a dangerously sweet whisper. She walked to the bedroom door and closed it shut. As she returned to her husband , arriving at his close proximity , her fingers slipped lower, tugging at his pants and belt buckle with a wicked gleam in her eyes.

"Wait… Sona, no... not now" 

Hemant stammered, a shiver running down his spine as her hand confidently unzipped his pants. His weak protest melted into a strangled groan as she knelt before him, her eyes locked onto his with a hunger that made his knees almost buckle. She undid his belt and fished out his hardening cock. 

"I warned you" 

She purred, before taking him fully, her warm lips wrapping around him in a rhythm that sent sparks shooting through his entire body.

"Ahhhh....Sona" 

Hemant groaned his loving wife's name as Sonarika was sucking on his cock with so much abandon that he thought he might pass out. Sonarika continued to slobber all over his cock. She took more of his cock inside of her mouth. He heard her gag as she tried to push it deeper. 

Hemant’s hands instinctively found her hair, his fingers tangling as his head fell back in ecstasy. His hands land on on the back of Sonarika's head to guide her up and down the length of his pole. 

"Sona... oh god... you’re... incredible" he gasped between shallow breaths. 

She hummed softly in response, the vibrations making him twitch and writhe under her expert attention. Sonarika was completely lost in sucking her husband's cock. She was slurping and gagging all around. Her hand was wrapped around the base of his cock, jerking off whatever she couldn't fit inside of her mouth. She continued to use her mouth to bring so much pleasure to him that it almost brought him down to his knees.

"Sona....honey...aahh....I am getting close" 

Hemant said feeling Sonarika going even harder on his cock. Her hand pumping her lips sucking and slurping. 

"I'm so damn close." He warned again.

"I'm about to cum." Hemant moaned as he felt his balls churning. 

"Shit! Shit! SHIT!" 

He yelled in the bedroom as he felt his cock explode with an orgasm that almost knocked him off his feet. Hemant reached to the nearest dresser and tried his best to keep himself up as he filled his wife's mouth with his cum.

He felt every ounce of tension and longing unravel as he spilled himself to her, completely powerless against her devotion and skill.

"Mhhhmmm!" Sonarika moaned as she sucked him dry, drinking every last drop of his cum. 

When Sonarika finally rose, she licked her lips with a satisfied smile, her eyes shimmering with love and triumph. Hemant leaned heavily against the dresser, chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. She helped him fix his clothes, her fingers lingering against his skin, each touch soft and intimate. 

"Get yourself ready husband , I want you on your best behavior tonight" 

She teased, pressing a tender kiss to his lips, tasting the mixture of passion and sweetness that only they shared.

As they stood together, Sonarika leaned her head on his shoulder, her fingers intertwined with his. 

"Happy birthday to the only woman of my life" Hemant said with emotion and warmth

Hemant wrapped his strong arms around her, planting a kiss on her forehead. Their eyes met in the mirror, glowing with affection and unspoken promises. The evening awaited, but in that moment, they were entirely lost in each other , a couple deeply in love, ready to celebrate life together with their son and all the joy that awaited them.

Hemant went to shower as Sonarika completed her make up after cleaning her mouth and went to do the finishing touches for the arrangements. Karan and Anjali arrived from their kids hangout in the playground as Sonarika helped Karan get bathed and dressed up for the evening. Anjali too prepared for her attire for the evening.

The party was about to be an extravagant affair. Karan and Sonarika were dressed in matching color of gold with him wearing gold patterned kurta and white pyjama. Both of them were in a happy mood awaiting the arrival of all the guests. That was when Hemant showed up into the hall dressed up in his costume for the night , He wore a light purple skimmed velvet shirt followed by black blazer pants below along with an open bow tie placed on his shoulders. Anjali and Sonarika looked at him astonished making him look exceptionally different from the way he used to look in the past. Sonarika at times had been stunned noticing the new charm of Hemant , but tonight she was stunned seeing him like an unbelievably charming man. 

Karan giggled and said.

"Wow , Papa. You look like SRK from Ra.One"

Hemant smiled realizing his dress costume was somewhat similar to Shah Rukh Khan's costume from the famous Chammak Challo song in that movie. Only difference being SRK worn a white shirt while Hemant is wearing a light purple hue shirt. 

Sonarika noticed that his shirt buttons were unbuttoned in the top exposing some of his bare chest. Sonarika walked towards him as Hemant greeted her.

"So how do I look my lady?"

Sonarika then buttoned up his shirt covering the display of his bare chest. Hemant noticing the protective side of her.

"Like Karan said , but the only difference is you're sized like as if Shah Rukh Khan ate another Shah Rukh Khan!"

Hemant laughed as Anjali too appreciated his look. Soon some of Karan's friends arrived and the kids got together at the playstation to enjoy some gaming. Hemant welcomed some of the neighbors including Sulochana Aunty and family. Some of the parents of Karan's friends too arrived. They all loved the vibrant decorations and arrangements on this special party. And then Mohit arrived with his father Kunal and mother Mouni. Sonarika first welcomed them after which Hemant joined her. And that was the moment Mouni noticed the new and improved Hemant. She was completely shocked seeing the ridiculous change in him. The different of land and the sky as she still remembered his fat bland appearance in that party years ago and now seeing him looking like a male model. Even the shirt was struggling to hold onto his tight physique and muscles. 

The party started to get to its swing as Sonarika awaited the arrival of Meghna. Priyanka arrived at the party being greeted by Hemant. He introduced her to Kunal as they interacted to recent business happenings.

When other guests arrived , Mouni got a chance to talk alone with Sonarika. 

"I have to say I am definitely shocked" Mouni confessed.

"Shocked for what?"

"Your husband obviously , did you exchange him or something?"

"Don't be ridiculous"

"His transformation is ridiculous"

"Is that so?"

"Precisely , I mean. The first time I saw him was in that party coming with you and that night , he was an overweight , sloggy , bland of an excuse of a personality. A literal personification of Langoor when standing alongside you. But now , he is like the personification of elegance and positive masculinity. If you looked at the old Hemant and this one at the same time , I would say they are two different people"

"That is just the result of his hardwork. He wanted to bring out the best version of himself. And he did that with dedication and concentration to his craft and his health. What you see before you Mouni is the perfect example of a man taking his life back rather than loosing himself in the chaos of the world"

"Now this explains your duality"

"What?"

"Well you know , Vikram and Hemant. Both these men give you something , and now you wanna keep both of them"

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"Oh come on Sonarika. Do I look stupid? You were fine eating your avocadoes and healthy meal with Vikram , but when Hemant transformed from a bland burger to a juicy kabbab , the wife in you have awakened to taste him as well"

"That is a terrible analogy Mouni. And unlike you , I don't choose between my men. I do have a messy life , and I know I strayed , its my fault. But I never differentiated between Hemant and Vikram , both are a mirror of my identity and I am trying to reclaim it and forge a path that will fix everything"

"You keep saying that , and yet here you are. Still not convinced with whom you should go"

"Maybe I want both , ever think of that?"

"Very funny Sonarika. I know Polygamy is a real thing. But this society will never accept that , at the end of the day you'll have to let one go. Its only a matter of time"

"Your wrong Mouni. I will fix my life , and I definitely don't need your opinion for it"

Sonarika walked away a little upset from the conversation with Mouni. Mouni smiled knowing the familiar situation she once went through.

IN THE STREETS OF MUMBAI

Meghna and Disha were on her scooty riding their way through the street to reach Hemant and Sonarika's place to the birthday party. Meghna was wearing a pink satin sleeveless kurti with a white shawl , her specs on her face glowing in the street lights. While Disha was wearing a slim figure hugging mini dress with ample view of her cleavage. They were going by the location of Galaxy Apartments when Meghna told Disha to wait. She was curious to see what was Vikram doing in Sonarika's special night. When she arrived at Vikram's door and ring the bell , she was greeted by the sight of a dull Vikram who was sitting there eating chocolate ice cream.

"Vikram what are you doing here. Aren't you going to attend Sonarika's birthday party?"

"Don't be ridiculous Meghna , tonight is a special night for her and her family. I have no role there"

"You cannot be serious. Just because your relation with her is secret doesn't mean she is not important to you"

"You don't understand Meghna. Our relationship is a little stale , ever since the yatch trip. She still haven't forgiven me and she is right to be mad at me. I want her to be happy on her special day Meghna , that is all I want for her"

"And you think she will be happy knowing you are never going to be there for her?"

"I am not the source of her happiness for tonight Meghna. She has a family , a child , a sister and more importantly a husband she can be happy with. And its best I am not there , but can you do something for me?"

"What is it?"

"Give this gift to her , I've been keeping it packed for a week now. I don't know whether she'll love it or hate it. But I want her to have it. Give my wishes for her Meghna , that's all"

"Vikram , you look miserable"

"I've always been miserable Meghna. Ever since childhood , I've been given a lot and taken a lot from me. I wasn't fortunate enough to get love from mother and father at the same time. I endured the loss of my brother. I lost my Sarika and I had no one to blame for. And now , I am moving away from Sonarika because I am a miserable person. This is always been my fate Meghna , I was destined to always loose something in my life. I guess Sonarika is just another important part of my life that I will have to let go"

"Vikram please, get a hold of yourself"

"Its okay Meghna. I swore to Sonarika that I will not drink anymore and I will honor that promise , not just because of her. But she wanted me to be a better human and I will try being that , regardless of what I loose"

"Okay"

"And please Meghna , don't try to persuade her for me. I want her to be happy , and if her happiness is being with her family then I want that for her. Maybe our relationship was never meant to last. Just don't bother her about me. That's all. Have a nice time at the party. Good night"

"Good night Vikram"

As Meghna was walking away taking Vikram's gift with her. She felt a strange feeling of regret and sadness for Vikram and his life. She wasn't aware he had endured that much tragedy , in that rare moment , she questioned her revenge , to see that guys like Vikram are falling victim to her games. She could understand Sonarika's behavior but she also acknowledged the fact that Vikram accepts his mistake.

Meghna was still curious though as she reached Disha and got into the back of her scooty. They continued their journey to Sonarika's place. Her mind was curious , wondering what change Hemant was gone through to the point Sonarika is unwilling to let him go. They rode swiftly towards their destination as the sun had set and the nightlife in Mumbai started to awaken.

The moment Meghna and Disha stepped into the elegantly decorated hall of Sonarika and Hemant's apartment home, they felt the electric charge in the air. Color lights twinkled, children ran around with balloons, and soft music hummed in the background. But all of this faded for them when their eyes found Hemant. Disha felt her breath hitch as she saw her former boss in his light purple hue shirt, the open bow tie casually dbangd over his shoulders, his blazer pants hugging his strong frame just right. She had always fantasized about him, even when he was just her strict, slightly boring boss at QUADRON. But today, he looked like a dream sculpted by desire itself. 

But as Meghna noticed Hemant , she had a hard time believing her eyes. She checked her specs in her face as if its trying to fool her with some visual trickery but no , it was really Hemant. But not the borning , simple , fat bellied , slow poked , hard to breath , below average guy Hemant but rather strong , handsome , dashing , alluring , a never before seen Hemant. Meghna had a hard time contemplating if this was really him , how can a man that was the last person to be anywhere charming end up become the personification of style and statement. Her mind only had one person she could compare with and it was Vikram , Vikram in his elite meets , dressed in sharp and precise suits that were tailored and ironed to display his royalty and allure. Hemant on the other hand ditched the tie , has no jacket but instead his well maintained and smooth shirt doing a little job of hiding his muscular frame. He was already a large man when he was fat , but now getting into shape , he has become a six and a half feet of sex appeal and charm.

Meghna, felt a strange flutter in her chest. She remembered him as a chubby, unimpressive man in the past — how could this be the same person? Her disbelief melted into a kind of intoxicating fascination, a warmth that pooled funny thoughts in her mind.

As Hemant moved around greeting guests with that confident, easy smile, he ended up meeting Disha as she looked back with a smile. Hemant greeted her with a hug as Disha felt that hug creating  a sudden vortex of reactions in her mind and body. Flashes of naughty scenarios going through her brain as she separates from Hemant.

Her fling with Meghna was thrilling, yes, but this was something different — an old forbidden fantasy now embodied in living, breathing perfection. Each movement of Hemant’s broad shoulders, the gentle way he held his son, the way his shirt clung to his sculpted chest — it all drove her mad with a new, unexpected hunger. She found herself comparing him to the shallow men she had dated, none of whom exuded this dangerous mix of charm and raw masculinity.

The cake-cutting ceremony commenced, and everyone gathered around the beautiful mother and son duo. Sonarika and Karan giggled, smeared a bit of frosting on each other, and then lovingly fed Hemant. Disha felt a pang of envy so sharp it almost made her dizzy — how lucky Sonarika was to share those intimate, picture-perfect moments with him. Hemant had a radiant smile as he bent down to kiss his wife’s cheek, his hand resting protectively on her lower back. 

Photographers flitted around, capturing the family in loving poses. Sonarika leaned into Hemant’s chest, her face glowing with happiness and pride. Meghna felt her own heart twist as she watched her best friend’s joy. But instead of pure affection, she felt a strange pulse directed wholly at her best friend's new and improved husband — it was electric, almost primal. Disha stood beside her, hands clenched at her sides, unable to stop staring. Their eyes met briefly, and both women recognized the same wild spark in each other. For Disha, it was a bittersweet torture, realizing the man she had fantasized about now stood before her, unattainable yet so close she could almost taste him.

Meghna got a chance to meet with Sonarika in private.

"So , now I finally understand your turmoil" Meghna stated.

"You now? I just managed to ignore Mouni saying the same thing ok"

"What did she say?"

"A terrible analogy with food regarding Vicky and Hemant"

"Let me guess , Hemant is the Kabbab?"

"What? How did you know?"

"I mean , it makes sense. When you said Hemant has changed , I didn't expect a transformation to this level"

"Yeah , sometimes I am stunned too. But I definitely appreciate it"

"Oh that I know , considering you just abandoned your boyfriend"

"What are you talking about?"

"When I came here , I made a pit stop at Vikram's place. He said you are still salty and angry regarding the incident in the yatch"

Sonarika realized Vikram was still initiating that part of his plan , his planned separation from her. She decided to act along. 

"Is that so? What was he doing?"

"Oh he definitely wasn't drunk. He said he promised you he will never touch alcohol again and he intends to be faithful to that promise. It looked ridiculous seeing him eating chocolate ice cream in a bowl sitting on the couch all messy"

"He was eating chocolate ice cream?"

"Yeah , he was. Why did you ask?"

"Well , its my desired eating habit. Eating chocolate ice cream in a bowl"

"Oh , so I guess the compatibility between you two are more than moderate I guess"

"Stop it Meghna"

"Fine , here you go. Vikram wanted you to have this"

Meghna handed over a small giftbox to Sonarika. It had a symbol that resembled the letter V , but from a specific angle , a curve layer forms on top of the V forming a heart shape. Sonarika appreciated the design and the subtlety in his message.

Sonarika in that moment thought about him. The whole day she managed not to think of her struggles and focused on her family , her commitment to Hemant. But right now , as Meghna gave this gift , as she described how miserable he was , she knew Vikram was depressed from the reality of them separating. She looked at it for few seconds and then tried her best to put a lid to her emotions as she kept the gift in her bedroom and continued with the party. 

As the party wounded down and guests started drifting away, Meghna and Disha slipped out together, sharing a knowing, heated glance. Meghna felt a deliciously wicked urge bubbling up inside her. She turned to Disha, her lips curling into a mischievous smile. 

As they were on Disha's scooter riding away , Meghna decided to get a bit adventurous. Her hand travelled down near her crotch area and Meghna noticed Disha's body was pulsing. She soon noticed her hand trying to reach her nether regions as Disha warned her.

"Meghna , please don't do that. Or else we will end up in the bottom of a truck!"

"Well , you are pulsing. I wonder why"

"I think you already know that answer Meghna"

"Yup , I definitey do. And you're right , he has definitely changed. I am astounded by his tranformation. Its like they are two different persons"

"No , its the same. Even back then , I used to admire him because of his kind nature and warm attitude. The only negative I found was his out of shape appearance. And seeing him transform before my eyes , he turned into a complete package for me"

"That explains the pulsing of your body right now"

"That is not the only reason. A few hours ago when he first meet me , he embraced me and his hand grinded on my butt. At that moment , I really wished he would grab my butt and squeeze it. His warmth , that heat of his body , the tightness in his arms. It was intoxicating"

"Goodness young lady , you're completely attracted to him!"

"You don't say. Sometimes even I feel embarassed of myself. I've been working his same position in QUADRON right now , which means his cabin is my cabin. There are times I would just sit in the chair he used to sit in the past and create naughty thoughts in my head"

"Like?"

"Like , during our work days , when I started the rumor that I was having an affair with my boss. The rumor helped in getting control on some of the male employees. I never gave those rumors much thought. When he got into shape and came to the office in his final days in QUADRON as a charmer. I really wished those rumors were true"

"So you imagined those rumors in your head in that cabin didn't you?"

"Yeah"

"What kind of imaginations Disha?"

"Its pretty naughty"

"Well , we're both in a very naughty mood"

"Not now missy. If we do this now , this will be our last naughtiness"

Both of them giggled as they rode off to Meghna's apartment.

Meghna and Disha stumbled into the apartment, their laughter echoing through the empty space. The birthday party had been wonderful, a whirlwind of happy moments and friendly times that left them both wholesome and warm. But it was the sight of Hemant that had left the most lasting impression. His transformation was nothing short of astonishing, and it had sparked a flame in both of them. And remembering him made them both breathless and giddy.

Meghna's pink kurti clung to her, the white shawl dbangd carelessly around her shoulders. Disha's miniskirt dress hugged her curves, a tantalizing sight that made Meghna's heart race. Their eyes met, and the air between them crackled with electricity.

Without a word, they moved towards each other, their lips meeting in a passionate kiss. Clothes began to fall away, the kurti ripping as Disha tugged it off Meghna's shoulders. Their breaths mingled, heavy with desire, as they moved towards the bedroom.

Meghna was soon ready with her strap on. Disha could feel the tip of the lubricated strap on rub up and down her tummy as Meghna continued to grind against her once or twice more before pulling back. Meghna grabbed the fake cock about to guide it down when Disha placed her hand over Meghna’s and the strap on.

"Wait....let me lead it..."

Meghna smiled as she let Disha take control. Meghna began sucking on Disha’s neck as Disha led the rubber toy over her mound and across her awaiting entrance. She gleamed towards Meghna who had a look of total lust in her eyes as she imperceptibly thrust the cock forward into Disha. 

"mmmm"

Disha gasped as she felt the cock burrow deep inside her. She could feel that inane sense of fullness that only a cock could bring. Meghna let it lie in her for a moment before slowly retracting and beginning again.

Disha could feel her desire rise and with it an oncoming orgasm, the strap on sliding in and out of her with ease as Meghna handled it like someone with plenty of experience. Between Meghna's probing tongue and the shaft of the fake cock , Disha was loosing herself.

"Wow.....this feels so good...ahhh.." Disha moaned her appreciations.

"Ahhh....you wanna make it better Disha?" Meghna asked in baited breaths.

"Yessss...." Disha confessed.

"Then forget me.....think of him....aaahhh...think of your boss....I am not the one fucking you....ahhh....its him.....ahhh.....its Hemant..."

"Ahhh...aahhh.....its hard to do....aaahhh....because....mmm.....you don't have his physique...hmmm"

"Then imagine it......mmmhhh....aahhh...imagine his rough hands.....imagine if he actually gropped your butt few hours ago like this.....ahhhh"

Saying that Meghna clenched her fingers on Disha's succulent ass. Her fingers clinging into her flesh.

Disha to searched out Meghna’s tongue with her own as the older woman subtly worked the strap on deep inside Disha. She alternated between slow deep thrusts and quick shallow nudges, driving Disha into a state of ecstasy. Disha moaned as she felt Meghna’s thumb brush her clit and gently stroke in time with her thrusts.

The room filled with the sound of their ragged breaths, their moans echoing off the walls. Meghna's thrusts grew more insistent, Disha's desire building as she imagined Hemant's hands on her body. Her cries grew louder, her body shaking as she was reaching her climax.
Meghna had her pinned to the bed and was fucking her for all she was worth. She moved her hips in faster, trying to drive her partner closer and closer to an orgasm.

"Oh Meghna! Oh Ah!" 

Disha moaned clearly on the brink. Meghna dropped her hand and began to fiddle with Disha's clit.

"YES! YES! YES YESYESYESYESYESYESYESYES." 

Disha shouted. Meghna had one more weapon in her arsenal. She took her finger that was coated in Disha's pussy juice and proceeded to push them against her ass.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" 

Disha screamed as her eyes rolled back into her head and an intense orgasm hit her sexy body harder than Meghna had anticipated.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHH" 

Disha continued screaming in that orgasm that seemed intense and longer. Disha’s long awaited orgasm caused her body to shake violently for a brief moment then all her muscles went limp. As if she was drained out of energy and stregth.

Meghna comforted her as she was recovering.

"So , how was it"

"The best ever!"

"Is that so?"

"Yeah , it was like I was being fucked by two of my favorite people"

"So you did imagine me as well"

"Well , I am familiar with your fucking. Not by boss's"

"Tell me Disha , what were those naughty thoughts in your head?"

"Oh , its the office sex scenario. I sit on the chair he sat long ago. In a way  , I feel a warmth from him. To me its embarassing , because I am sexualizing my own mentor"

"There is no problem in that? There is a reason you sexualize him."

"Yeah , he has set a really high standard for men in my life. There are very few like him"

"But do you think he is feisty in bed? I've been friends with Sonarika and I can tell you , long ago , she wasn't satisfied"

"She is definitely satisfied now. I mean look at him"

"The physique doesn't matter if he is not packing downstairs"

"Oh he is definitely packing downstairs"

"How do you know?"

"Well"

"Don't tell me you've seen him nude"

"No , not at all. But I did see him once working out in the gym below our office on early morning. He was working out in shorts and I definitely saw an outline that was moving inside it"

"My goodness woman , you are a creep!"

"Like I said , I am smitten by him. Its a good thing he left Quadron , or else I might've tried to turn the affair rumor about us into a reality"

"You can still do"

"NO , even though I am smitten by him. I respect the boundaries of his family life. He deeply loves Sonarika madam and has a wonderful son. To me he will always be a wonderful man and a great inspiration. But deep inside , he will also stay a guilty pleasure that I will only observe and never approach"

Disha was feeling weak from the incredible orgasm she had so she started to pass out. Meghna happily caressed her as she drifted off to sleep. Meghna’s mind was still humming with the echoes of the birthday party as she slipped away from Disha’s sleeping form and padded softly into her study. The air felt thick with possibility, her bare legs brushing against the wooden chair as she sat down. Her thoughts wandered inevitably to Hemant , the new, chiseled Hemant who seemed to radiate an effortless magnetism she hadn’t noticed before. His broad shoulders, his strong jawline, the way his stance emanated with casual power; it all looped in her mind like a dangerous mantra. Meghna tugged at her kurti’s hem absentmindedly, her breath shallow and restless, each memory igniting something primal beneath her skin.

She felt a shift in the room, a presence behind her that made her spine tingle. Turning around, her breath caught. 

Hemant stood there, as vivid and solid as the ache in her chest. Before she could even find words, he closed the distance, his lips trailing across her face, her jaw, her sensitive neck. Meghna whimpered, trying weakly to push him away, but each touch unraveled her resolve, melting her defiance into a pool of want. When his hands found her waist, lifting her effortlessly onto her work desk, her mind dissolved into a haze of heat and tremors.

Their bodies collided with a desperate rhythm, Hemant’s grip on her hips grounding her as he thrust deeper into her fantasy. Meghna clutched at his shoulders, nails digging in, every nerve alive with electricity. The stack of papers beneath her crumpled, pens clattered to the floor, but she was beyond caring. The room shrank to the raw, shuddering intimacy of their joined bodies, her head fell back into the dim-lit air. The crescendo built rapidly inside her, rising higher than she’d ever allowed herself to climb — a reckless, all-consuming wave that threatened to drown her.

And then, as her orgasm tore through her, Meghna’s eyes snapped open to the crushing silence of reality. She was standing by the window, her fingers still clenched into the curtain, sweat beading on her forehead. No Hemant. No heaving breaths or strong arms. Just the faint hum of the ceiling fan and Disha’s muffled breathing from the other room. Staggering back, she glanced at her trembling hands, the remnants of her imagined lover fading like a dream. 

Slowly, she slipped back into the bedroom, finding Disha still lost in her own satiated slumber. Disha lay there, limbs spread in surrender, still dreaming perhaps of the man Meghna had tempted her to conjure. Meghna stood in the doorway for a moment, her gaze unreadable, then reached for a cigarette and lit it by the window, the smoke curling around her like a secret. Hemant’s image refused to leave her, no longer just an annoying presence in her plans for her best friend and her lover but an invader in her imagination and fascination. As she exhaled, her lips parted with a strange, involuntary smile—because she knew something had shifted tonight. The game had only just begun.


BACK IN HEMANT'S APARTMENT


Sonarika sat on the edge of the bed, her fingers trembling slightly as they traced the delicate wrapping gifts before her. The house had grown silent after hours of laughter and cake—Karan had fallen asleep clutching a new toy, and Hemant was in the balcony, enjoying his moment of quiet. She sighed, remembering the warmth in Hemant’s eyes when he handed her his gift, the pride in his voice as he called her his strength. He had seen her as the gentle force that had pulled him from the abyss of illness, inspiring him to reclaim his health and spirit. As she unwrapped his gift, it was a small statue showpiece of a traditional Indian king and queen posing together, she read the letterings in the bottom of the statue on the plak. 

'We’ll keep moving together. This is our kingdom' 

It was a token of gratitude, of devotion, of a man who adored her as the foundation of his world.

She set the showpiece aside gently, her eyes shifting to the smaller, more discreet package that had arrived through Meghna's hands, hidden among the pile of other gifts. Vikram’s handwriting leaped out at her, curling and bold, echoing his restless energy. As she untied the ribbon, her breath caught; inside lay a delicate pendant shaped like a bird mid-flight, shimmering as if it were alive. 

Sonarika could not believe it. She knew that pendant. On the first day of their stay in Bali , when they went shopping , Sonarika saw this pendant as a showcase , it resonated with her but upon seeing the pricetag and how expensive it was. She let it go , her mind still clinging to her ordinary lifestyle. It turns out , Vikram did buy that pendant. And now he has gifted it to her!

Along with that pendant had a greeting card , which had a poem written in Vikram's amazing handwriting pattern.

Two birds take wing beneath a crimson dawn,

Their hearts alight with secrets yet unspoken.

Through endless skies, they chase the sun beyond,

In love and flight, all limits fall — all worlds thrown open.

Vikram saw her not as an anchor, but as a wild, untamed spirit. Through his eyes, she felt like the wind, free and infinite, unbound by the everyday obligations that tied her to Hemant. The pendant felt like an invitation, a whispered promise of adventures beyond the borders of her current life—of nights wrapped in stolen kisses and mornings painted with sunrises on distant shores.

Yet as she held both gifts in her hands, Sonarika’s heart seemed to split along an invisible seam. With Hemant, she felt safe, cherished, a goddess within the temple of his devotion. He depended on her strength, saw her as the beating heart of their family. But with Vikram, her pulse quickened in ways she could scarcely admit even to herself; he saw her not as someone to be leaned upon but as someone to run alongside into the unknown. Each man offered her a mirror reflecting a different version of herself: the nurturer, the adventurer; the rooted tree and the soaring bird. Her mind flickered between them like a restless flame, questioning whether it was possible—or fair—to hold both dreams within the same fragile vessel of her heart.

Tears welled in her eyes as she pressed the bird pendant to her lips, her mind awash in conflicting tides of love and longing. Was her heart big enough to cradle two worlds without tearing itself apart? Could she continue dancing between warmth and wildfire without consuming herself? Sonarika felt the weight of her choices gathering in her chest, each breath a delicate negotiation between fidelity and freedom. Tonight, amidst the afterglow of birthday candles and the hush of her sleeping family, she felt herself standing at a precipice—achingly aware that her feelings for both men was real, yet unable to see where this dangerous, luminous path might lead her.

Out the bedroom , in the balcony , Hemant was sitting in the chair contemplating about the events of these few days. But one name and face echoed in his mind , a face he lost long ago. Ashnoor was imbedded as a source of pain in his body , a greiving loss he still haven't recovered. Now when he is in the sensational pedestal of fame , his mind remembers her. A promise he made for her , a forever after in a different world. All of it came shattered down in a night of tears and suffering. A night he never thought he would ever recover from.

As he was sitting there exhausted from the chaos of a wonderful birthday party. He felt somewhat at peace. He picked up his phone and checked out the social media. Sonarika as it turns out posted the pictures of her family in her profile , earning praises from everyone. Hemant surfed the socials and eventually he ended up checking out Pranitha's social media which definitely stunned him.

Pranitha posted a picture about few hours ago , posing in a black bikini and an open shirt waving like a flag standing near a pool and across that pool was the vibrant sea. Hemant deduced the place was definitely some resort in Maldives and he confirmed it when he saw a resort name being tagged to it. Her amazing body on display with a quote on her photo's description.

'Here for the ocean breeze, the sun on my skin, and the joy of simply existing — not for your unsolicited opinions or wandering eyes. Keep your gaze, I’ll keep my freedom'

Hemant for some reason felt like this pic was posted by her to mock him. Considering their last conversation ended in a condescending note. He immediately checked Rony's profile just for a little clarification for himself and that definitely gave him clarity. Rony's last pic which he posted just an hour before Pranitha posted had the same view of the sea. And that photo too had the same resort tagged. This cleared the doubt in his head realizing that Pranitha and Rony are most likely trying to rekindle their lost spark.

As Hemant was thinking about these things. His thoughts were abrupty interrupted when he recieved a message on his phone. A private message that only said

'Package Is Being Delivered'

All the different thoughts and pains he was experiencing few minutes ago just vanished in an instant. His mind was engulfed into the plans and motives that has been rupturing his mind for some time. He stood up and looked to the view of the city as he braced for something. As if waiting for a reaction.


SAME TIME IN SHANGHAI, CHINA. 


The streets of Shuangqiao Nancun was more crowded than last time , with an important cultural festival coming , there were decorations being made on street sides. And through that streets , a caucasian woman this time was walking holding a briefcase. Her destination was the familiar Golden Yang Hotel. She arrived at the reception deck asking the woman behind the desk of Ricky Tan. She led the woman upstairs to the main room of the manager , where Ricky Tan was resting , sitting on his chair looking over his hotel lobby and the street below.

His employee escorted the woman in as Ricky Stood up seeing the familiar caucasian woman.

"Mr.Tan , I am here to deliver a message"

She opened the briefcase on the table before him and picked up an envelope. Ricky took the envelope from her as she closed the briefcase. He opened it and the moment he took out its content , the blood on his body went cold.

The envelope contained images of the notorious WuTang brothers , but not alive. Images showed their corpses with one of the brother having a decapitated head. Ricky was terrified seeing the sight. He remembered the words he said to his assistant when he ordered the brothers to take out the target.

'If he is some average , common man. These brothers are more than enough. But if that guy is indeed Michael King , then even the whole of THE TRIAD won't be enough!'

These photos gave him the much needed confirmation. He was hoping the target was some random guy , but these images, it showed the telltale sign that they have found him. As he was looking at the photos , his phone lit up with a private number calling. A chill ran on his spine as he looked up towards the caucasian woman. The woman smiled and responded.

"You should take it. That call is important"

With trembling hands , Ricky picked up the call , he answered it and put it into his ears.

"Hello" He said with baited breath waiting for the response from the other side.

The other side was in Mumbai , right there in that balcony, Hemant had his phone planted to his ear as the archangel ring tied on a thread was wrapped around his shoulder while the thumb on his other hand was massaging the Garuda ring on his index finger. Within the calmness of the night sky , Hemant said with a low but defiant tone.

"Ricky Tan....We Need To Talk!"

                                                                                                                                                                                
END OF CHAPTER 16
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(12-07-2025, 09:28 PM)RCF Wrote:  I get it, I mean who doesn’t. This story has a lead protagonist, and he is KGF’s rocky in the past and living a simple life now.…at this point I like Vikram character much better than Hemant. Sad but true, at least it sounds grounded and closer to reality.

~RCF

Thank you for your review.

I get your take. But I already stated it when I began this story , it will be a bit filmy. I never envisioned this story to be "realistic" in the sense. This story was a pet project for an animated movie for me. I have simply mixed some spicy stuffs and shared the story here. Hemant/Michael's arc is meant to be a grand spectacle. Even the "Heist" arc is supposed to showcase him as this master planner. Now I will admit , the "hyping" thing is getting repetative , and half the reason for that is I am stalling Hemant's full transformation for a certain point in the story. Because once that point of the story is crossed , the action segments will take over to the max. This "WuTang" thing was just a small teaser , once the truth goes out. Many will come.

I can understand the Tamanna's criticism but I have still not revealed an important aspect of her arc in "Voyage Of Love". I was supposed to add the restaurant meet between Hemant and Tamanna and a few other conversations but it stretched a bit longer which is why I am saving it for the next chapter. There was a reason why the Sandeep and Tamanna's intimate encounter was "Short and Sweet" , and the reason will be revealed eventually in their interactions. And for Hemant defending Sandeep , its pretty clear , he is giving him second chance solely because of his history and importance Sandeep's father has in Hemant's life. But he has definitely crossed the breaking point now so Sandeep won't get lucky next time.

As for the girls , well Disha's character always had the crush on Hemant. She used to admire him as her superior for his kind nature , and now that he's got back in shape , there is a different kind of attraction in her. That being said , her attraction is strightly of a "Crush" nature , and not something serious. She does enjoy his closeness but Disha is not the kind of character that will try to seduce or tempt Hemant for a physical relationship because she understands him as person more. As for Meghna , if you seriously think Meghna will try to woo Hemant now then you're sadly mistaken. She is not that type of character. Sure she had a hallucinating sequence , but even by that end , Meghna wasn't thinking about wooing him , she just uncovered a new layer to ruin her best friend's life further.

As for Sonarika , the idea of polygamy for her is her mind making the excuses for her decisions. She is lost in her temptations just like many of the married women in society. And right now her mind is clouded to make any rational decisions before her because she is tempted by both her paths. Not to forget , Sonarika didn't even think about Vikram on her special day , her mind was involved with her family and even having intimate encounters with Hemant. It was only until Meghna arrived with a present from Vikram that her mind thought about him. Even Mouni taunted her with Vikram and she wasn't bothered by it. Because deep down Sonarika knows the real truth about herself , her attraction towards Vikram is purely sexual but Vikram isn't seeking just a sexual relationship. This is Sonarika's consequence that looms before her , if she chooses Vikram , her family will be forever fractured. If she chooses Hemant , she will break and ruin Vikram's heart and feelings. Either way she will be responsible for someone's terrible fate. But she is not seeing that path before her , because her mind is clouded with the duality of her heart and no Ragini present to bring her to the ground.


Last and foremost , another important thing I would like to add , Hemant's arc might seem like everyone is appreciating him. For example , the Manish Malhotra bash angle was written in a way to not show that Hemant was turning some "Alpha" in his own might. But rather , the trauma and PTSD that still haunts him. For a rational person , fame is a blessing and a great gift. But for Hemant , it looms like a curse , as it only brings pain to his life. Even in the highest point of his life , he is haunted by the dark past and it gives the character the perfect mix of depth and at the same time vibrance. And that is the point of this story. This story is not just about a cheating angle , or just some adultery saga. The title is literally "Love , Sex and War" 


So don't expect a "realistic" approach to a story where there is a rising businessman and ex-kingpin planning a heist on the the city's most secure infrastructure owned by the richest family in the country who also has ties to an international drug peddling syndicate and that very syndicate members are scared of this same "Ex-Kingpin" who once kicked their asses with his faction. This was always meant to be a larger than life story , just there will be a lot of spice and "Sexual Tadka" involved.


Once again I welcome your criticism.
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UPDATE.

A Quick Headsup , Next Chapter will be posted Tomorrow as I am still polishing it. There is a chance this chapter might be short and lack of sex but will be focused on carrying the plot forward. Its basically a somewhat filler episode focusing on some character arc and introducing one major villain of part 1. There will be a tiny bit of violence and a bit action but it will be integral to drive the conflict further.
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                                                                                                                                     CHAPTER 17

SHANGHAI , CHINA.


Shuangqiao Nancun was bracing for another hectic day of business. But things were getting intense in the Golden Yan Hotel as Ricky was sitting in his chair as if he was awaiting for someone. The caucasian woman now revealed to be a Ms.Sharon Raegan , who also shares a complicated history with the Triads and is also familiar with the legacy of Michael King. She was sitting opposite Ricky with a smile , unbothered by the tense look Ricky and his men had as they were counting each seconds of time passing.

Outside , Ricky's men were patrolling the streets of Nancun. They all were looking around , finding a face. And eventually their search reached its culmination. From the distance as the sun was rising in the horizon , a mysterious masculine figure was walking in the pathway. Eventually it closed some distance and the figure revealed itself. Dressed in a black suit with no tie and a trench coat , Hemant walked with focus and attention. His eyes were hidden beneath the aviators as he was scanning his surroundings like a radar , to sense any abnormal movements. As he walked through the familiar grounds , he remembered the time spent long back here. The place had a similar vibe like Mumbai , the chaos and the crowd , but the public was more civilized and calmer.

As he was walking towards the Golden Yang Hotel , Hemant noticed a couple of men in street wear converging on him from all the sides of his walkway appearing from the crowded markets to the sides. As he nearly reached the entrance of the hotel , these men enveloped him while matching Hemant's walk and followed him to the hotel. As they reached the lobby  , the man walking on the front split away leaving Hemant to lead from the front as he ascended the stairs to Ricky's office room. 

Hemant arrived at the room much to the surprise of Ricky as he removed his aviators from his face. Both of them stared down at each other standing for some time as if a fight was going to break out. But then suddenly , Ricky's mouth turned to a grin from the side as Hemant gestured back with a smile of his own. Both hugged each other firmly as Ricky whispered.

"Long time brother"

"Fifteen years to be exact"

Hemant after hugging Ricky , sat on the seat opposite him. The men who escorted him eased their shoulders as Ricky sat on his chair.

"Well , you look fat" Ricky quipped.

"What the hell" Hemant giggled and pointed to his well maintained body.

"You were leaner in our days Mike. Now you look like those body builders with showpiece muscles"

"You cannot stay fast and quick when you age Ricky. I just switched from acrobatics to close combat for now. Moulding myself in an uncharted territories"

"Uncle Sifu better not hear this"

"He won't"

Both of them laughed as they had their funny banter. They talked about their good old days , some of the old boys they hung with , where they are , what are the changes in the flea market which was once more than just a territory but a second home. Eventually Hemant got into business.

"Wutang Brothers , who sent them?"

"The order came from the chairman. The order wasn't specific with the hitmen. I was the one who referred them."

"Uncle Shen wanted me dead?" Hemant asked confused.

"He doesn't. He was honoring a blood pact. Your assasination was the favor for that pact"

"Who is that?"

"You might be familiar , remember Tong?"

"The Triad Torture Specialist?"

"Precisely. This is his sweet little brother. Not so sweet and not so little anymore. Tong sent him to the United States , raised him away from the chaos of the triads. So I guess Tong's death made him just like his brother"

"He is part of the triad now?"

"No , he blames the triad for his brother's death too. He just wanted to have the chairman have your blood in his hand"

"What is his background?"

"Well , Tong did send him to the states so that he stays away from the life of crime but I guess its in their blood. His name is Lai Tong , got his studies done in one of the best universities in Massechusetts but ended up in the drug ring. His knack in chemistry made him an exceptional talent in cooking some of the nasty stuff. Even the recent drug 'Devil's Beath' run by the AZRAEL syndicate is his creation."

"Does the Triads have any business association with this syndicate again?"

"Not the SunOnYee. The 18K on the other hand has a short deal with them , the notorious Sammy Chao handles their imports. We've drawn them away from this streets , they operate on the eastern side of Shanghai now"

"Are they back in their old form? The Syndicate?"

"Not in their prime to be honest. But they are pretty scarred. You gave them quiet a beating long back , plus the faction is very minimal , just a bunch of egoistic snots not letting the bad things die"

Hemant showed his frustrations in his face as he responded.

"I really thought I buried it all. Turns out I was wrong!"

"Look , you don't need to be worried about this. The pact is done , Lai Tong can no longer rely on the Triads anymore"

"That doesn't mean he will stop Ricky , I am the one who killed his brother. He just wanted to know whether it was me. And now he knows it"

"You're telling me you're scare of him?"

"No , Ricky. I am saying I am back in that situation again. My loved ones are once again in danger , and......I am once again being pushed to the corner"

"What happened on Azerbaijaan is not your fault , those scums knew they couldn't touch them as long as you were around them , which is why they conveniently sent you away to make them vulnerable"

Hemant looked hurt. Ricky comforted him.

"Mike , you okay?"

"I am fine Ricky. Its just......she now comes in my memories.....like a nightmare.....her cheerful face.......it haunts me......"

"Hey , she had a happy life because of you. Be greatful that you gave her wonderful memories when she lived"

Hemant didn't respond , he just worked on keeping his emotions together. After some small talk and sharing some plans regarding dealing with this new threat. Hemant walked away , from the hotel , along with Sharon.

His return flight was still had time left. So Hemant and Sharon had a wonderful breakfast at a less crowded restaurant. Soon Sharon and Hemant had a conversation.

"So how is life in Mumbai?" Sharon asked.

"Pretty leniant. Although the new business has sparked some interesting days for me"

"Oh I've heard. But going into business with Kaiser Weston? That is a risky one"

"Really? can he be trouble?"

"For beginnners yeah , he is not the same Kaiser you knew in London. He is a CIA stooge now. His whole business front is an investment from Homeland Security"

"So that means if he wants to business with me , that means the American Government wants a closer look in my work"

"Precisely , but their overwatch is more on ANVIL than you. Considering you are one of the key supplier to their tools"

"Guess I'll be the good boy , play everything by the book"

"That's the problem Michael , you're too good"

"What do you mean 'too good' huh?"

"You play your cards very well. Even in the past , you'd done precise planning to all your 'jobs' , there is not a single thread we can label you on with it. It was like Michael King doesn't even exist"

"Don't tell me Americans are jealous because I am doing the  'espionage' better than them"

"That is exactly why they are interested in you. Through Weston they might end up giving you a gateway to a living of your dreams."

"Well , that is exactly the plan. I do want the best education for Karan"

"Its still crazy to think that you're a father , you of all people"

"Why not?"

"Because that wasn't your game , the Michael I know was a flamboyant man , hookups and highlife were his dreams"

"I did until a young girl hit me right where it felt. And my dreams had her living in the skies until everything came crashing down"

Hemant was once again in a depressed state as he remembered her face in his mind again. Sharon saw his troubles and comforted him by grabbing his hand.

"Mike , don't bring her to your head if it hurts"

"No , it doesn't hurt Sharon. She has a new purpose in my heart now. To keep the flames alive , to fullfill an unspoken promise , to avenge my loved ones."

Sharon saw the rage in his eyes , it had the similar fire he used to have when he went to handle his business in the past. He wasn't a human when he is that state , he is like a caged entity waiting to unleash its fury. Sharon saw it in his eyes as he finally said.

"I will find him Sharon.........I will find him!"


FEW DAYS LATER, BACK IN MUMBAI


The MORNING BREEZE CAFE's air was mild with the fragrance of roasted beans and boiling milk. Meghna sat hunched over a wooden table, twirling a black bishop between her fingers, her eyes bouncing between the chessboard and the fragmented thoughts nesting in her head. The board mirrored her life — strategic, calculated, half-played. Her game with herself was less about checkmate and more about distraction. Her mind wrapped around the life of Sonarika , how exceptionally she played her cards to bring her and Vikram together. It was the initial hint that ignited the fire of this master plan in her. She still remembers the phone call , the enthusiasm Vikram had when he called Meghna after their first party , wanting to know more about her , to understand where she came from. Meghna understood from Vikram's talk alone that there were signs of infactuations in his approach. And that plucked the seed in her mind. To alternate , to find a way for Sonarika to get close to Vikram.


And Sonarika already made it easy for her , she was already frustrated with Hemant's lifestyle then , his lack of awareness on his health and how he became such a burden for his own life. The staleness in their life was pretty aware , but Sonarika tried holding on. And Meghna knew how to make her leave that hold. Her calculated meeting setup with Mouni and making Sonarika see the lifestyle Mouni follows. Then that fateful marriage visit at Manali and her tactical planning of getting the room near Vikram and Sagar's. Then it was a day full of convincing , convincing Mouni to have her moment with Sagar and her own planning to have Mouni plan to sleep with Sagar that night in his room so that Vikram will be forced to share theirs. All these small instances carefully orcestrated by her.

But the one she is more proud of was the hilltop incident where she went with a gutfeeling of something happening leaving those two alone. And she did manage to take them all to the cable car leaving Vikram and Sonarika marooned in that hilltop. And that hunch paid off as Sonarika returned disturbed by something which she eventually learned to be a kiss that happened between them. After that it was easy sailing for her. The occasional meetups and then the culmination of everything for that night in Jabalpur , where all lines crossed. And the crazy part is Meghna had no hand in that , she didn't set it up , but rather all the events she orchestrated led to that moment. 

And that was it , since then , Sonarika and Vikram lives a forbidden secret , their Galaxy Apartment was their sensual retreat. The photos she saw on the wall that day , it showed their relationship was growing to new heights. And very soon it will happen , Sonarika will submit to Vikram's love and choose him. The perfect mother and the ideal wife will crumble to bits and that will crush Hemant. And just like that Sonarika will shatter apart!

Hemant!

His face appeared in Meghna's mind , especially the last time she saw him. How that slow , weak average family man transformed into such a specimen of male perfection. She remembered the crazy things she did with Disha after that birthday party.

She was thinking of Hemant. Strange, really. The same man who once was a big annoyance  now had this quiet pull. Not love, certainly not friendship. Something messier. Intriguing. Dangerous. Her lips parted slightly at the thought, until a shadow fell across the table. She looked up. It was Hemant.

"Mind if I join you?" 

Hemant asked with his usual soft smile, one hand already pulling the chair opposite her. Meghna nodded, her heartbeat skipping a conflicted beat. 

"Of course. I was getting bored of playing with myself." She gestured at the board. 

Hemant smiled and took his seat. There was no hesitation in him, no guardedness — and that irritated her almost as much as it delighted her. She slid the white pieces toward him and resumed the black. 

"How’s work at YOD? Or is this a rare Hemant holiday?" she teased lightly. 

He chuckled, moving a pawn forward. 

"Had a quick meeting nearby. Thought I’d steal a moment of peace before returning to the grind. Lucky to run into you." 

That word — lucky — hung in her ears like a spell. He didn’t know how unlucky he truly was.

"Been hearing great things about you. Your company is growing quiet fast"

"Yeah , guess its a lot of hardwork and focused determination I guess"

"Cannot believe I used to despise you"

"You don't anymore?"

"I don't know. Back in the day , I painted a picture of yours to be a despicable and boring person. With a bland personality. But now , its like talking to a different man altogether"

"I am glad to hear that I am in your good books now. Sona will be happy to hear that"

"Oh she is definitely happy for sure"

"Is that so?"

Meghna realized she was slipping to reveal Sonarika to him , there is still time for that as she backtracked and lied.

"I mean....her husband is at his best form so obviously any wife will be happy about that"

"I hope she is......all of my struggles , everything I am fighting for......is for a better future with her"

Their game progressed in quiet bursts of movement and observation. She studied his fingers as they moved over the board, neat and assured, like his voice when he spoke about Sonarika. 

"You still look at her like she’s the sun" 

Meghna said suddenly, eyes on her knight but mind measuring his reaction. Hemant blinked, then smiled. 

"That’s because she is, Meghna. She keeps me... grounded. Our family, she holds it together. Even when I’m overwhelmed at work, I know I’ll come home to her and Karan — and it makes everything worthwhile" 

Meghna bit her lower lip hard enough to punish herself for the jealousy that rose uninvited. A toxic sweetness laced her insides. He was blind, so completely blind. She had almost succeeded. Just a few more moves.

"Is Sonarika really that important to you?" 

Meghna questioned him in an attempt to observe his response, display his feelings for his wife

"Words aren't enough to describe her importance Meghna. Sona , she might claim I was the sun but she is truly the one for me. When she entered my life , I was in darkness. Covered in grief and loss , and Sona , she showed me the light to live again. And she fixed the broken part of me , relieving me from my wounds. Everything I do today , this business , this empire I am building. I am doing this so that I can spend the rest of my life with her not worrying about the regular life or conflicts. Give my whole attention to her. That is always my intention"

"Hmmm maybe Sonarika does made a right choice marrying you after all"

"I definitely did making her a part of my life" Hemant said with pride.

As the next few turns passed, Meghna allowed herself to drift inside again. Hemant’s praise of Sonarika’s perfection didn’t hurt her anymore. It thrilled her. Like watching a castle built on sand — tall, beautiful, doomed. She had nudged Sonarika toward Vikram with the precision of a puppeteer. Each secret night shared under her cover, every silent rendezvous, had been arranged with surgical cruelty. And soon, when the truth will crack Hemant’s heart wide open, Meghna would be there. Not to comfort him. No, not for that. She would be the only stable ground he could find, and by then, he would be hers — body, spirit, loyalty — broken, reshaped. A slave forged from betrayal and need.

"I never expected you two to stay so... untouched by life" 

Meghna murmured as she captured his queen. Hemant laughed softly, scratching his chin. 

"We’re not untouched. We’ve had our storms. But my Sona — she’s always been the calm after" 

Meghna offered a half-smile, almost pitying him now. 

"Check" she said, and he took his time to respond. His expression was thoughtful. 

"You’re good at this. Quietly lethal." 

She met his eyes then, locking him into a moment longer than necessary. 

"Only when I need to be" she said, her voice velvet over thorns. He tipped over his king.

As he stood up, his phone buzzed. He glanced at the screen and sighed. 

“Duty calls. Take care, Meghna. It was really good seeing you.” 

She nodded, watching him pocket his phone and stride off, unaware of the pit she was digging for him. The innocent sincerity in his goodbye. The trusting tilt of his head. It made her want to smile and scream all at once. Her fingers absentmindedly moved the pieces back into place as she imagined the many versions of Hemant’s ruin — each one exquisite. The day he finds the real truth. The moment he walks in to the truth and sees his loving and dear wife Sonarika has fallen for someone else , no longer his darling sweetheart anymore. When that shatters him and breaks him apart. When there will be no more Sonarika , no more Karan lightening his life. Only then, there will be her , Meghna, the only light left. Not warm, but burning. Not love, but dominion.

As his figure disappeared around the corner, Meghna leaned back in her chair, breathing in the final silence of the match. Not the chess match — that was just foreplay. The real game had already begun. Sonarika would lose her pedestal. Hemant would lose his heart. And Meghna... Meghna would win. She watched a pigeon flap down onto the adjacent table, pecking crumbs. Her mind played the next few months in vivid color, every scenario of pain and reclamation. 

With a smirk shadowing her lips, she thought — soon, Hemant. Soon you'll kneel, and you won’t even know why you feel safest at my feet.


Hemant’s days began with focus on fitness, with the sharp air and warm heat of the morning sun cutting through the thick silence of the factory grounds. The backyard section of YOD Industries had become his sanctuary for discipline—a customized parkour and strength-training zone that kept his body honed for both battle and burden. Each leap, each pull-up, each sprint was an attempt to exorcise the ghosts that clung to the edges of his mind. The sweat on his brow and the fire in his limbs were the only things that briefly silenced the voice of the past, of Ashnoor, whose laughter sometimes echoed softly in the wind, turning steel into sorrow.

Inside the sprawling compound of YOD Industries, the dichotomy of his worklife was stark. One section, a fortress of secrecy, bustled with military engineers and Indian Army defense personnel. There, he oversaw the development of prototype weaponized ATVs—a revolutionary fusion of stealth, agility, and firepower. On the other end, regular operations churned in a steady rhythm: the alignment knot systems, precision tooling, and the contracts that kept the lifeblood of the factory flowing. But even among the rhythmic clang of machines and the confident nods of subordinates, Hemant’s eyes drifted—towards the mission he had silently vowed to complete.

Operation Jewel Thief had become more than an objective; it was a compulsion. The Kohinoor Recreational Center, on the surface a glossy venture of luxury and commerce, had hidden layers. Hemant suspected those layers held the key to answers he had long buried. Kaamya, a digital savant, watched the building like a hawk—logging the pattern of activities, tracking unusual movements, and creating a digital map of connections. Vaibhav, his other right hand, worked deeper, dissecting the building’s embedded shielding systems and evaluating every security flaw. Together with Raquel’s historical deconstructions of the building's roots, Hemant was building a puzzle whose full picture only he could see.

Vaibhav approached him.

"Sir , I've found something peculiar"

"Show me" Hemant moved with him to the screen following his lead.

"I've been surveiling the power input to this building. Its taking way too much power than it should be taking"

"Its a business complex Vaibhav. Sometimes small businesses tend to recieve larger power"

"That is true but not here. See this"

Vaibhav pointed to an image taken from a security camera aiming at the top of that building.

"You see that enclosed electrical conduit in the middle. That is a coolant tower. Many manufacturing factories or high output machine warehouses built this to secrete the excessive heat their machines generate. No big scale manufacture happens in that buildings. Even the small businesses only run their offices not any hard labor. Which means...."

"Which means there is something in that building that is building a lot of heat. Probably a Vault!"

"Yes sir , but where that Vault is in that building? that is still a mystery. This place is showing everything but also hiding something"

"Any way we can find that?" Hemant asked.

"There I can help sir" Kamya intervened. She continued.

"As you said , I've started making charts and statistics of every person involved in that building. But last week something peculiar happened. The chief of security of the Mehta Family Mr.Gurmeet Chaddha , arrived with his security team and they carried a box into the building. The purpose and direction inside the building is unclear but the way they came was something interesting. They didn't come in day when everything was open , they came in the middle of the night , one of the nearby building's CCTV recordings caught them."

"Interesting , anything else"

"Something more sinister , upon researching some of the people involved in this building. I found an interesting thing. These are four people who used to work for Mehta Family's security firm but were apparently fired months ago. But turns out these men live in the nearby buildings of this Kohinoor center and through camera surveilance , I've found their apartment lights to be on at night"

"So?"

"So I thought it might be a night shift work for them or something else. Until I found this"

Kamya forwarded four still photos from a camera feed of their apartments showing binoculaurs planted near the windows at night. Hemant understood the gravity of the situation.

"They're guarding the building....at night" Hemant concluded.

"Precisely sir , and we still have backdoor access to the Regal Corp business structure. We managed to gather more info after finding out their Aadhaar numbers , their bank accounts were traced. And after some careful peeking , I learned that all these four men , they're still getting monthly payments from the RegalCorp firm. They are in the Mehta's payroll"

Vaibhav and Kamya smiled at each other , admiring the work they've put together to understand more about their target. Hemant looked ahead at the giant screen , the live feed of the Kohinoor Center.

"This building is not just a business complex......its a fortress....guarding a valuable treasure....we need to find out what"
  

FEW DAYS LATER


Hemant had a much awaited visit to Tamanna at their usual cafe. The warm amber lights of Café Veranda spilled across the checkered floor as soft jazz hummed in the background. It was their occasional refuge, a small corner booth by the window where the noise of the world felt far away. Hemant arrived a little late, his jacket had roughed up , pointing out his hectic schedule for the day. Tamanna was already seated, a half-empty cup of green tea before her, fingers tracing idle patterns on the porcelain. When he slid into the booth, he offered a tired smile. 

"Sorry, I had a defence meeting which ran longer than usual. You’ve been waiting long?"

Tamanna smiled gently, her voice even but heavy. 

"Not really. I needed the quiet" 

Her eyes met his—dark, thoughtful, and restless. She looked radiant as usual and this time there was a glow to her face that he had missed seeing in her for a long time.

"How are things"

"Things are great actually , work in my studio is going well. Shraddha is always at her cheerful best , she loves that mumma spends more time with her now"

"Good , I guess we should finally address the elephant in the room"

"I know , and let me say this with the bottom of my heart , I am sorry , sorry for being mean to you in our last visit"

"I can understand Tammu"

"Regardless that was very rash and insulting of me to behave like that with you , it simply wasn't fair"

She had rehearsed this moment in her mind countless times, but now that it was here, the words tangled like ivy in her chest. She sighed, steadying herself.

"Hemant, I’ve been meaning to tell you something… about that night. The yacht. The whole mess with Sandeep.”

Hemant leaned back, his features tightening. He had his reservations about Sandeep from the start, but he never thought Tamanna would be the one hurt. 

"You don’t owe me any explanation Tammu" he began, his voice softer than expected. 

"But… I’ve been worried. You looked… different after you returned" He paused. 

"Hurt"

She nodded. 

"Because I was" Her fingers curled around her teacup. 

"He got drunk. We were… together, almost. But in the middle of everything, he just started going on about you. How he was ‘better than Hemant’ in bed, a more complete man, that I should admit it. It wasn’t about me. It was about some sick competition in his head" 

She looked down, blinking rapidly. 

"I had to drug his drink to make him pass out. I couldn’t let it go further"

Hemant stared at her, his jaw clenched, knuckles white against the wooden table. 

"Damn it, Tammu" he muttered, voice rough. 

"I should’ve said something earlier. I thought… maybe your goodness could soften someone like him. I didn’t step in because I thought he could be different with you. I was wrong"

Tears welled in her eyes, but she pushed them back. 

"No, Hemant. It wasn’t your fault. I didn't knew what I was doing. I chose Sandeep not because I loved him… but because I was punishing myself. Trying to push you away, because I couldn’t handle being near you and knowing I could never really be part of your life" 

Hemant was startled by her wordings.

"Life?" Hemant asked confused.

She took a deep breath. 

"I've had feelings for you Hemant.......ever since you returned in my life!"

Hemant froze. The words hung in the air like incense, bittersweet and lingering. Tamanna continued, her voice low. 

"Back in our college days, I used to make excuses to be near you. Coaching you, those study nights, even when I knew you were with Sanju… it was stupid, but it made me feel alive"

Hemant wasn't shocked with the revelation. He knew about her feelings for him through Dheeraj , but he was surprised that she finally admitted. Now it made sense why she was willing to talk naughty with him.  

"When Dev came in my life , I managed to bury our past , start fresh. And then the tragedies of my life overwhelmed my thoughts. As I was recovering from it , I saw you , in that library. And everthing felt surreal , as if you came back to heal me completely. Even seeing you confused and not recognizing me brought a thrill of our old friendship back in the day"

Hemant could understand her , how their first meetings went. Their occasional glances of someone familiar , someone he could not put his finger on. More than that , Tamanna was also part of a happy memory after which his journey to a different world began , where pain and suffering awaited for him. 

"Then I learned about your married status, after that seeing your son Karan… it hurt. Not because I was jealous, but because I finally understood that there was a whole world I’d never belong to"

He reached across the table and gently placed his hand over hers. 

"Tammu… I don’t know what to say. I had no idea. And I’m sorry… for what you’ve carried all these years" 

His voice trembled slightly. 

"You’re one of the kindest people I know. You didn’t deserve what happened with Sandeep. And you didn’t deserve to carry this weight alone"

She smiled, a real one this time, through the glimmer in her eyes. 

"I’m not saying this to complicate things. I know we can’t be anything more. I respect your marriage, Hemant. I always will. But I had to tell you… not for us to change, but so I could be honest with myself. And with you" 

She looked at him with renewed strength. 

"You’re my friend. You always were. I want that more than anything"

He nodded, emotion flickering across his face. 

"And you’ll always have that. I admire your courage, Tammu. You’ve been through more than most and you still carry yourself with grace. I’ll always be here. As your friend" 

The tension eased as their hands parted. The air was lighter now, not because the burden was gone, but because it was shared. As the evening deepened and their drinks were refilled, they found themselves laughing again, slipping into the ease of their old college banter. The bond between them—tempered by truth, forged in understanding—was stronger than ever. And though it was not romantic, it was something just as rare: an honest, enduring friendship.

SOME DAYS LATER AT ROYAL SPORTS CLUB , WORLI

The morning sun filtered through the mesh fencing of the elite Mumbai sports club as Hemant adjusted the grip on Ananya Pandey’s tennis racket. 

"Hold it like you’re shaking hands with it" 

Hemant said with a light chuckle, kneeling beside her at the baseline. Ananya, in her tennis whites and ponytail, laughed. 

"You make it sound so simple" she replied, trying to mimic his grip. 

Hemant stood, offering a warm smile. 

"Everything starts with the basics. Even billion-dollar companies began with a blank sheet" 

He said, tapping the ball lightly. The tone was always gentle—firm when needed, but never forceful. There was no air of superiority in him, only patience and encouragement. Ananya felt a rare ease around him.

As the sessions progressed into the first week, their rhythm found its flow. Between serves and volleys, the two would often share stories. Ananya spoke about the unpredictable whirlwind of the new project, while Hemant teased her , saying her filmmakers are ripping off another project from a different language. 

"Two men fighting for the love of a woman and all three of them are tennis players. Now where have I read this?" 

He said mocking, tossing her the ball. She paused, moved. 

"You think I am oblivious about the challengers movie?" Ananya retorted.

"No , no. I am just saying don't try to ripoff Zendaya with your role. You have an identity of your own , try to make this an Ananya special"

"Let me guess , you're like those men who wants to see Ananya Pandey make out with two men don't you?" 

She teased. Hemant grinned and then acted innocent.

"I am a married man Ananya. Besides the original movie has both of the men making-out so not my thing!"

They laughed at his retort as they continued their training session. By mid-week, she was returning shots better and running drills with more fluidity. But what surprised Ananya most wasn’t the improvement in her game—it was the wisdom in Hemant’s words. During a break, she confessed. 

"I always felt the need to prove I’m more than just a pretty face. It gets tiring" 

Hemant leaned on his racket, nodding. 

"Ignore the noise. Respect yourself and demand it from others. That's how you train the world to treat you" 

The advice lingered with her long after the session ended. It wasn’t performative or patronizing—it was real, grounded, and delivered without judgment.

Hemant too found a surprising comfort in these sessions. Despite the glitz that surrounded Ananya, she was thoughtful, earnest, and driven. One evening, as they packed up, he mentioned his son. 

"He seems to be liking a lot of archery lately. Seen a lot of Green Arrow and Hawkeye comics in his stash now , sometime he makes me feel the same enthusiasm I used to have to sports”

He joked with pride. Ananya laughed, then turned serious. 

"You’re a great father, Hemant. I can see that in how you teach" 

There was a pause, warm and silent. 

"You’re a great student" he replied sincerely. 

"Makes the coaching feel worthwhile"

The final week came with longer rallies and shorter breaks. Their movements on the court became synchronized, not just in play but in understanding. Conversations turned deeper—life philosophies, childhood dreams, the weight of expectations. Despite the difference in their worlds, there was a common ground: the drive to rise above, to excel without losing oneself. Ananya looked forward to their sessions, not for the game alone, but for the space they shared—a rare kind of respect and comfort that needed no labels.

On their last day of training, Ananya surprised him with a signed tennis ball. 

To Coach Hemant Kumar—thank you for making the court feel like home 

It read. 

He smiled, visibly touched. 

"You’ve got the strokes now, and the spirit. Just remember what we practiced—play to your strengths" 

She nodded, a little emotional. 

"Thank you for being more than a coach" she said softly. 

Hemant offered a reassuring handshake, the same way he had taught her to hold the racket. 

"Thank you for trusting me"

As they parted ways at the club gate, Hemant watched her disappear into the city bustle. He wasn’t sentimental by nature, but this bond—a simple, respectful camaraderie—left him feeling quietly content. He had mentored many in QUADRON, but this felt different. For Ananya, the sessions had given her more than tennis—confidence, clarity, and a reminder that genuine people still existed in places where the spotlight often blinded. Two weeks, a few conversations, and a game of tennis—enough to strengthen their friendship that neither fame nor fortune could generate.

                                                                                                                                                  
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ONE DAY AT YOD INDUSTRIES



The industrial wind howled through the skeletal remains of Mumbai’s old port, sweeping through the vast courtyard of YOD Industries. The clang of metal and hum of automated machinery echoed faintly from within the complex, but in the open lobby, Hemant stood still—rigid, focused, unblinking. His eyes scanned the dusty road outside the main gates, already sensing the presence before the shadows emerged. He rubbed the Archangel ring strung around his neck, a motion as reflexive as breathing now. It wasn't just a relic. It was a tether to what he was… what he had buried for too long.

Dilawar’s convoy rolled in without hesitation. Bikes screeched to a halt, men with iron rods, machetes, and rusted pistols fanned out. Rafique, young and lanky, jumped down beside his elder brother, his eyes glinting with mischief. But Dilawar—dressed in his sharp, but flapping kurta—had no smile. Lust and rage twisted across his face. His obsession with Sonarika had driven him to delusion, and this confrontation was meant to stamp his authority not just over her—but over Hemant’s very existence.

Hemant didn’t flinch. He didn't yell. He didn't reach for any weapon. He simply stared. The light hit his face at an angle, casting sharp lines along his jaw, hardening his expression into something that looked like stone. The Archangel ring shone briefly in the sun, and his lips barely moved, whispering something only the ring might understand in its history. Then came a sound—footsteps. The kind that didn’t belong to panicked workers, but to men who had seen conflict, battle, loss… and had chosen to keep standing.

They came from inside the factory—engineers, machinists, ex-servicemen, even private defense contractors in plain clothes. Some held tools, others slung rifles. All of them flanked Hemant like a wall, quiet and composed. Not thugs. Not killers. But soldiers of steel, loyalty, and resolve. Dilawar’s men shifted uncomfortably. The numbers had turned, and fear crept into their street-bred arrogance.

Dilawar took a step forward anyway, chest puffed out. 

"Just because a bunch of muscles now standing behind the back doesn't mean a damn stray cat will turn into a Lion. " 

Dilawar growled. Hemant’s voice was calm, his accent clipped with a trace of something foreign, colder. 

"I am not an animal Dilawar. And its best for you that I don't become something you'll regret!" 

He took one step forward, and in that moment, his presence shifted. It wasn’t theatrics. It was something ancient. Like a slumbering force stretching beneath his skin. 

"And this is not a jungle. The rules of the Animal Kingdom isn't upholded here. This is my domain , my kingdom. And it will be your best interest that you walk away when you can!"

For a moment, time froze. The goons looked at each other, unsure whether to charge or flee. Rafique muttered something under his breath, inching back. That was when the roar of approaching engines shattered the standoff. Black SUVs screeched to a halt. The air grew tense as doors flew open and heavily armed men jumped out, each wearing the sharp insignia of RegalCorp. From the lead vehicle emerged Gurmeet Chaddha, imposing in a tailored tied up suit, the unofficial warhound and chief security officer of the Mehta family.

Chaddha’s face was unreadable, his jaw locked. He walked past the stunned goons and came to stand directly between Dilawar and Hemant. His eyes flicked to the gangster with veiled contempt. 

"Your boss wants to see you" 

Chaddha said, his voice deep and final. His security team raised their weapons slightly—not a threat, but a warning. A leash pulled taut.

Dilawar’s pride cracked visibly. He looked past Chaddha at Hemant, who still hadn’t moved, his gaze a furnace of unrelenting power. For the first time, Dilawar saw not a businessman, not a rival—but something else. Something monstrous in its quiet, principled fury. Something divine and terrifying. He stepped back, his fingers twitching with repressed rage, then turned and walked towards his bike without another word. While they were walking away , another brotherly duo Ranga and Sarang who were part of the gang looked at Hemant with ferocious anger. They felt insulted and this confrontation ignited a flame of vengeance in them. Hoping to get even for this embarassment in the future.

As the convoy pulled away, engines rumbling like defeated dogs, the silence that followed was deafening. Hemant remained still for a moment longer. Then, slowly, his shoulders relaxed. He unclenched his fist, revealing the Garuda ring on his finger, gleaming like a fire-drenched feather in the sun. The storm within him, that ancient flame, dimmed but didn’t die. It never did. It merely waited—for the next time someone needed reminding.


THAT AFTERNOON AT THE CAFE NEAR TANISHQ

The sun was mellow as Sonarika stirred her cappuccino at the corner table of the cafe, a quaint spot near her office that she frequented with Meghna. 

"What's the problem now Sonarika?"

"Its Rachika.....her wedding is happening next week and....I've been invited"

"Yeah I was invited too but scheduling conflicts....what's the issue?"

"Its...Vicky....Rachika's wedding is being hosted a Jabalpur....and Vikram is providing stays for the guest in his hotel"

"And?"

"Meghna....its the same place where........where it all began!"

Meghna realized the situation. She remembers , it was this very hotel inauguration night when Sonarika and Vikram crossed the line and got physically involved. A devious smile was  inside her as she planned her tactics.

"I know that...what's the issue?"

"Oh you know...ever since the yatch incident , we are having a rough patch. I don't think its wise on myself to be there"

"Why not , you had no fault in that incident. It was Vikram who did the mistake correct?"

"Yes" Sonarika said remembering the made up thing that never happened.

"Then why are you the one cowaring away from him"

Sonarika was deep in her inner turmoil. She was twisting the edge of her saree , contemplating on the dangerous territory she was going to embark on. She was loosing her resolve , slowly and steadily loosing her conscience to him. 

"I am confused Meghna"

Sonarika sighed, her lips parting slightly before the words followed. She was looking out the window, as though the street might give her courage. 

"Hemant’s doing great with his new venture, and I’m proud of him—I really am. But I barely see him anymore. He keeps saying tomorrow will be different, that we’ll make time for each other. But Meghna… that tomorrow never comes. It’s always postponed" 

Meghna listened as Sonarika put out her concern not aware of her hidden agenda with her life.

"The last time we had been intimate. It was because of a late night arrival of his from his usual VIP parties. I joked to him that he should come late often but I guess he took it literally. Now he not only comes late , but returns home exhausted and tired. And whatever little energy he has , he uses it on his childish plays with Karan. By the time he comes to bed , he slops down and sleeps. Lately , the only talk between us is 'hello' and 'good night'. I am feeling neglected , and I feel vulnerable all over again"

Her voice dropped to a whisper. 

"And in those times, in the quiet, when he’s deep in sleep, I find myself thinking about Vicky"

Meghna blinked, slow and measured, like a predator who had just sighted prey drifting into her trap. She leaned forward, her voice laced with faux concern. 

"Do you really think Hemant sees you anymore? I mean really sees you?" 

She smiled carefully, placing her hand over Sonarika’s. 

"You’re an incredible woman, Sona. But he keeps giving you promises instead of presence. That kind of loneliness…it carves deep" 

Her touch lingered, a calculated gesture that carried more pity than empathy. Sonarika’s shoulders sank as she stared into her cup. 

"Vikram made me feel alive again. Desired. The way he looked at me, touched me…" 

Her cheeks flushed slightly, a private memory flickering behind her eyes. 

"I can’t lie to myself. There’s a part of me that still aches for him. It’s irrational, I know. But it’s there"

Even though Sonarika was playing her role to convince Meghna that she is still involved with Vikram , there was a moment her mind thought her words were actually honest. This was no longer a play , she did miss him. A flicker of satisfaction gleamed behind Meghna’s gaze. She masked it with a sigh. 

"Maybe it’s not irrational. Maybe it’s a sign. You’re starving in a perfect marriage. Vikram gave you something real, something raw. That wasn’t a mistake—it was a revelation. " 

Her words were silk, but the undertones were venomous. Meghna leaned back, crossing her legs with elegant ease. 

"Maybe Vikram can help you find the missing pieces. The ones Hemant no longer cares for. You were electric when you were with him—don’t you remember? You don’t have to tell anyone. Just let it breathe again, in secret. Like before" 

"Besides" 

Meghna teased, biting into her croissant. 

"I think you need a vacation. You’re starting to sound like an old radio—same wavelength, same static" 

Sonarika chuckled but didn’t respond. Deep inside, she knew what was missing. Or rather, who was missing. And it wasn't her husband. Their laughter halted abruptly as a loud bang shook the glass door open. Ranga and Sarang swaggered into the cafe, leering and loud. 

"Well, well" Sarang sneered, spotting Sonarika. 

"Look who’s here. The high-and-mighty queen of domestic bliss. Is Hemant still hiding behind your pallu?" 

Ranga snorted with laughter. Meghna instinctively reached for her phone, but Sonarika placed a hand over hers, eyes locked on the goons.

"You don’t scare me" Sonarika snapped, standing up. 

"Tell your boss Dilawar that no amount of stalking or threats will undo the restraining order. And as for my husband and son—leave them out of your filthy mouth" 

Sarang’s grin twisted into something darker as he stepped closer, his voice dropping. 

"Don't worry Bhabhie , Dilawar Bhai can give you a better son than that bitch of a child—” 

SMACK! Sonarika’s hand flew, landing hard on Sarang’s cheek. Sarang's face twisted with rage. 

"You’ll regret that" he hissed, drawing a hand back to strike her.

But before he could, a figure crashed between them. It was Vikram. His fist met Sarang’s face with a crunch, sending the younger thug stumbling backward. 

"Touch her and I’ll break your neck" Vikram growled. 

Sonarika’s breath caught. Of all the people—Vikram. Ranga lunged at Vikram, swinging wildly. The cafe descended into chaos as tables crashed and customers fled. Sonarika tried to pull Vikram away. 

"Stop it, Vicky!” 

But Vikram was seething, possessed by a primal fury, landing a solid kick to Ranga’s gut. Sarang slashed out in desperation, his pocket knife grazing Vikram’s elbow.

Blood blossomed on Vikram’s sleeve. The sight snapped Sonarika from her shock. 

"Vicky! Oh My God!” she exclaimed. 

Sonarika dragged Vikram towards the exit as Ranga and Sarang fled, bruised and cursing. Vikram winced but let her pull him outside, shielding her even then. 

"It’s nothing" he muttered, but she wasn’t having it. 

"Get in. I’m taking you to a hospital"

As Sonarika led a bleeding Vikram to her car , Meghna smiled seeing her best friend's protective nature coming out for her boyfriend. Her mind was in a strategic phase , knowing very well that things will soon escalate to the point of no return. The car ride was tense and quiet, the air thick with unspoken memories. Sonarika clutched the wheel, glancing at his injury every few seconds. Her hands trembling.

When they reached the hospital , the doctors checked on the wound. Turns out it was a scratch , the blade happened to penetrate only the skin tissue and bleeding was not much serious. They gave him the necessary dressing and medication and instructed for gew days 

"You’re lucky" she said softly as they walked out. She continued.

"You could’ve gotten seriously hurt" Vikram chuckled. 

"Dilawar’s men don’t scare me. But the way you slapped that guy—damn"

She didn’t respond, just turned the ignition and drove him to his place.

FEW HOURS LATER SOMEWHERE IN BANDRA

Hemant and his son Karan exited the garden after he brought him there when he recieved him at his educational institution. Laughter still danced on Karan’s lips from the games they'd played, his institutebag hanging loosely from one shoulder. Hemant, momentarily free from the weight of corporate burdens at YOD Industries, relished this rare father-son moment. As they stepped out onto the street, Karan’s eyes lit up at the sight of a nearby ice cream vendor. 

"Papa! Can I have a chocolate cone?" he pleaded, tugging at Hemant’s hand. 

Chuckling, Hemant nodded. 

"Of course my boy. Let’s make this day special" 

He handed the vendor a note while Karan eagerly took his cone, licking it with delight.

Just as Hemant turned to look back at the garden, something caught his eye—a sudden, sharp glint under the midday sun. It reflected off a blade. An autorickshaw was approaching from the eastern stretch of the road, picking up speed. Seated inside was Ranga, his face twisted with fury and vengeance. Fuming from the embarassment his gang faced in the morning in the YOD factory grounds followed by the beat down and the slap his brother recieved from Sonarika. Now, Ranga was back, eyes locked on Hemant, machete in hand, fire in his gaze. The rickshaw sped closer. In a split second, Hemant's instincts kicked in.

Without hesitation, Hemant stepped in front of Karan, shielding him with his entire body. Ranga raised the machete—but seeing the child and Hemant’s fearless eyes, he hesitated. He held the blade just slightly and sneered as the rickshaw passed by. 

"COWARD!" he mocked, his voice laced with venom. 

From the driver's seat, Ranga’s younger brother Sarang burst into laughter, jeering at Hemant. The ice cream vendor stood frozen, cone in mid-air, stunned by the scene. Hemant’s breath was shallow but steady as the danger passed. He pulled Karan closer, his eyes never leaving the retreating rickshaw.

But as the vehicle disappeared into the crowd, Hemant’s fear gave way to something ancient and primal. His gaze hardened, locking onto the license plate. A strange heat pulsed from his right hand, and the golden Garuda ring on his index finger shimmered in the sunlight—its sacred glow faint, but unmistakable. A storm was awakening within him, one he had buried deep beneath. Hemant’s jaw tightened, his mind replaying the moment Ranga sneered, and something inside him shifted. They targeted his son , they crossed the line. They have to pay a price!


HALF HOUR LATER AT GALAXY APARTMENTS

Sonarika led Vikram to his apartment as she opened the main door with her own spare key. It had been a long time since she's been here, but the place looked the same—sunlight streaming windows, the walls still carrying the faded scent of old affairs. She stepped into his apartment like a ghost from the past. 

"Still haven’t changed the curtains?" she murmured.

Vikram peeled off his blood-stained shirt, wincing slightly. 

"I liked the way it always looked" he said. 

She hesitated, then helped him with the fresh tee. Their fingers brushed. A jolt of electricity passed between them. They both paused. Her eyes met his, heart thudding wildly. 

"Don’t" she whispered, unsure whether it was a plea or a challenge.

He stepped back, nodding. 

"I’m not trying anything........I just… missed you" he said gently. 

She bit her lip and turned away. The silence grew heavy again. Finally, she sat down and spoke. 

"Vicky...I need to talk about something"

"I think I know what you wanna talk about Soni" Vikram said with assurance.

"Is that so?" Sonarika quipped back looking at him.

"You are nervous about Jabalpur. Returning to the place where we....."

Sonarika knew Vikram would understand. After all , it was a line both of them crossed. She was enthralled by the reality that Vikram too shared the same mess as hers.

"How can I not be Vicky? I don't wanna be in that situation."

"And you will not be. Your accomodation will be at a different room in the lower sections. I will make sure you won't have to endure any past thoughts regarding us. Because I won't be there in that hotel"

Instead of feeling a relief in that revelation , Sonarika felt a sudden twinge of low , as if she heard a sad news. Sonarika was conflicted , but at the same time feeling proud that Vikram cared for her well being to the point that he maintained his distance from her. Even right now , they met after a very long time , especially after that terrible Voyage of Love. But this time , things were different. This was not some private time in an exotic place,  it was the very same place where she crossed the line. Where Sonarika and Vikram became one physically in every sense. And deep down she knew she will feel very vulnerable in that place.

"I will be attending the wedding but I will maintain my distance from you Soni. You won't even notice me , and I believe that is the best way. We can cook up another disconnected incident between us to convince Meghna and maybe , we can finally find an out in this mess"

Sonarika understood what he was doing. He was fully focused on this break up scenario to convince Meghna. But Sonarika was in a deep turmoil of her own , ever since that night in the yatch , she has seen Vikram in a new light. Not as a source of passion , but rather a person of understanding. Someone who could understand her at this moment.

"Are you punishing yourself for me Vicky?"

"No Soni , I am not. I am doing this to protect us , I know you might be feeling vulnerable. Because I have to confess"

Sonarika waited in baited breaths as Vikram confessed.

"I am vulnerable too. I might loose control in that very place we became something more. So I am not doing this for you , I am doing this for me as well. I know how much you're struggling. And I don't want to ruin your life further. So I will do what I can to protect what you vale in your life Soni. I will protect your decision"

Sonarika was dumbstruck. To see him standing here honest , being loyal to his word. At the same time , confessing he does feel for her and is keeping himself afar struck a cord in her. They both looked at each other for quiet a while after which Sonarika simply stood up.

"You sound like a bad romantic novel" 

He laughed. 

"Maybe. But if it gives me one more chance to see you smile again, I’ll read every damn chapter"

As she rose to leave, he followed her to the door. 

"Thanks… for today" she said, suddenly unsure how to say goodbye. 

He took her hand, kissed her knuckles. 

"Jabalpur’s going to be safe and pass like a breeze for us” 

She pulled away gently but didn’t scold him. As she walked to the elevator door, her heart pounded. She looked back at him one last time and all she could see was his warm smile. She entered the elevator with baited breath as she left the place.

By the time she reached the car, her palms were sweaty. She gripped the steering wheel and stared ahead. Her life was supposed to be steady—husband, son, routine. But a storm warning was evident about Jabalpur in her mind, one she wasn’t sure she had the strength to resist. And yet, deep inside… she wanted it.

As Sonarika was driving away , her mind was in a vortex of embelished needs and wants. Her mind playing flashes of moments she has shared with Hemant and Vikram in different times. As if her mind is forcing her to make a decision. But she let it go , her turmoil was a neverending burden in her mind for the time being but she focused on the now than later as she drived off to her home. 

SOME TIME LATER

When Sonarika returned home , the house was lit with Karan's plays and Anjali's observation of him. Everytime she walked here , a burden was lifted from her. But Jabalpur kept haunting her like a deja vu feeling , regardless the ambience of her home gave her a calmness which reduced the conflict pressure in her mind. 

As the sun went down and night started to creep over , Hemant arrived and Sonarika noticed he was wearing a different shirt than the one he wore to his work in the morning. She enquired about it.

"Oh....a small skirmish in the factory and shirt was ruined....wore this as backup from my wardrobe in the office"

As the apartment was getting into its usual family banters and activities , warmth radiated from the clinking of plates and bursts of laughter from the dining table. Sonarika stirred the dal absentmindedly, her mind wandering far from the aromatic kitchen. She glanced over at Hemant as he wrestled playfully with their son Karan, who was laughing uncontrollably while Anjali cheered them on. It should have been a picture-perfect evening—one that filled her with peace—but instead, her stomach fluttered with a nervous anticipation she couldn’t suppress. The thought of Jabalpur loomed in her mind like an unfinished sentence, drawing her again and again to the man she tried to forget.

Her fingers trembled slightly as she passed a bowl to Anjali, her younger sister, who was humming along to a tune playing on the TV. Anjali had no idea about the turmoil brewing inside her sister. No one did. To them, Sonarika was the composed, loving wife and doting mother. But underneath the surface was a woman both excited and terrified about the prospect of drifting to Vikram again. It had been months since their affair ended—months of trying to patch things back with Hemant, trying to find her footing in the life she had built with him. Yet next week, she would be walking straight into the very city, the very hotel, where their forbidden connection was forged.

Vikram. His name was a whisper in her mind she couldn't shut out. He had entered her world like a storm—intense, overwhelming, impossible to ignore. What began as a professional client meeting at TANISHQ turned into something passionate and ended up becoming a sexual entanglement. She ended it because it had begun to threaten everything she held dear. But even in ending it, she hadn't been able to purge him from her thoughts. Especially now, with Jabalpur calling. He promised he won't be near her , but can he really do that? Will Vikram be strong or as vulnerable as her? Will they be able to survive the very place that brought them closer?

A wave of guilt swept over her as she watched Hemant cutting roti into neat pieces for Karan, gently blowing on it before offering it to their son. It wasn’t fair—this duplicity. Hemant had changed; he had worked on himself after a rough patch, been more present as a father and partner. He made her feel loved again, seen. Yet despite all that, here she was, mentally packing for a reunion she shouldn’t be anticipating. Her emotions were a tangled thread—love, desire, regret, confusion—and she couldn’t tell where one ended and the other began.

As the evening wore on, Anjali pulled Karan away to help him with homework, leaving Sonarika and Hemant alone at the table. They exchanged soft smiles and quiet conversation, comfortable in their shared silence. Hemant looked a bit silent , Sonarika thought it was probably his work fatigue. Her heart ached with gratitude for this man who had stood by her, unaware of the storm she had once let into their marriage. Hemant reached out to squeeze her hand gently, a gesture that felt both grounding and suffocating. She couldn’t meet his eyes. Not tonight.

Later, when the house had gone still, and only the distant sounds of Mumbai’s late-night traffic drifted in through the balcony doors, Sonarika lay beside Hemant, who had fallen asleep with an arm protectively around her waist. She watched him—his face softened in sleep, peaceful, unaware. Tears welled in her eyes. How could one heart house such conflicting desires? She wasn’t in love with Vikram—she knew that. But what she felt for him had carved a hollow in her chest, a dangerous craving she hadn’t fully defeated.


As the clock crept past midnight, Sonarika slipped out of bed and walked to the balcony. The city lights blinked like scattered stars. She thought of the wedding, the inevitable encounter, the emotions that would flood her once more. A part of her longed to see Vikram, to confront the echo of what they once had. But another part—perhaps the truest part—just wanted to come home again and feel peace. 

And there in the bedroom , Hemant's suffering began. He twisted a little seeing the nightmares that now haunt him , drawn to phantoms only he could see. Ashnoor’s face would resurface—innocent, angelic, lost. A flickering moment of joy would bloom in his chest, only to be extinguished by the image of Manush Rustom, his wife, and young daughter—reanimated in his nightmare, standing lifeless before their home in ruins, the fire behind them a mocking reflection of his guilt. The memory was a blade, sharp and repeated. his past roared alive—flashes of love, trust, betrayal, and death. The haunting of Azerbaijaan was a permanent scar, a story with no punctuation.
 
He awakened in cold sweat, gasping, fists clenched, heart drumming a war rhythm no enemy could match. His world—the world of weapons, contracts, masterplans—felt powerless in front of his own mind.

Sonarika heard Hemant's groan in the balcony , realizing something was wrong. She charged to the bedroom only to see a sweaty and nervous Hemant. And as Hemant saw Sonarika approaching him, the storm in his mind would slow. Her presence was calm water over fire. She didn’t ask questions. Her touch—soft against the rage within him—was a silent understanding, an intuitive balm. Her embrace became a sanctuary, her scent a reminder that not all in this world was lost. In her chest, he found his place of rest, and though she was unaware of his dark past, she knew enough or believed his words: Hemant’s silence was not emptiness—it was weight.

And at that moment , as Sonarika embraced Hemant , no Vikram haunted her mind. At that moment , he was the only man in her life. Because right here right now , he was vulnerable before her , and she was the nurturing balm that made him felt safe. And Sonarika savored that moment , to be able to embrace him and calm him down. This had happened in the past long ago , and it seems one of those episodes started happening again. But Sonarika didn't care it happened , for now her focus was on only one thing. To calm her Hemant down , to see his breathing return to normal so that she can cuddle him , make him understand that she will always be there for him.

In that vulnerable embrace, he would murmur broken confessions of feelings. Of guilt, of unworthiness, of love found too late. Sonarika never pressed for more. Her role was not to interrogate but to hold, to heal. She offered her warmth without condition, her love without boundaries. And in that moment, Hemant realized he had survived not just through strength or strategy—but through her unrelenting grace.

Hemant knew that without her, he might have shattered. Sonarika was his living tether to the present, the antidote to memories too toxic to relive. She reminded him that despite the darkness, he still had something worth protecting, something still untouched by shadows. Her faith in him made him believe, however fleetingly, that he could still be whole.

And so, as his mind traversed through the senarios he has built within him , Hemant pushed forward. Not just for revenge or closure—but to finally bury the past that haunted him, to make room for a future with Sonarika that wasn’t built on silence and grief. He didn’t know if peace was possible. But he knew now that he didn’t have to seek it alone. With Sonarika by his side, he can find the strength to rise again.

As Sonarika continued to cuddle him as he rested his head on her shoulders. Her mind drifted again , to the same thoughts that took her to the balcony. She understood the importance she has with the man that is embracing him right now. But she also knew the spark she felt in the noon when she touched Vikram, both the feelings providing different energies but at the same time fullfilling two aspects of her life. She didn’t know which path she’d take. Only that whichever one she did, something in her life would change. And something might be lost forever.

Sonarika drifted to sleep and joined Hemant in that deep slumber. As his right hand is lying above him , the Garuda ring in his index finger glowed in the dim light. But this time it didn't just glow in gold , but also in red as the ring was covered in small particles of blood stains!!


SOMEWHERE IN MUMBAI

Law Enforcement officials were tying the do not cross line at a deserted meatshop near Kala Chowki in Mumbai. Inspectors were surveiling the crime scene as inside one of the meat shops were the dead remains of two people. One was planted to the wall with a crowbar latched through his throat while the other laid lifeless with his head fractured and reduced to mashed pulp as both their bloods forming a pool on the floor.

A news anchor was covering the scene as she gave her report.

'Crime wave in Mumbai has escalated its barbarism and chaos in the city as Law Enforcement Forces have found remains of two notorious criminals of an underworld gang in this now deserted meat shop. The deceased have now been identified to be the brothers Ranga and Sarang who are known criminals been charged for multiple counts of priors in the past. But tonight it seems their criminalized ways have reached its brutal conclusion. Law Enforcement is still unclear on who the perpetrators are. But it is clear , the age of crime that Mumbai had forgotten for decades is slowly making a comeback with bloody consequences for the people of this city' 


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Sorry for the late update of the recent chapter as I was caught up with personal stuff. As you may know from the chapter ending , next chapter will be the "JABALPUR SPECIAL" and I believe you all know what you can expect in the upcoming chapter  Tongue  . I have already halfway completed it and this time I will try not to bring any delays and post it at the weekend on Friday. Hope you enjoyed the recent chapter as we move forward in the story and move towards an epic event approaching!


          

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UPDATE


Unfortunately , I just had a rough week healthwise as I was suffering from a severe fever and food poisoning which is why the next chapter had to be postponed. Sorry for the inconvenience caused but I am feeling a little better now. I will post the "Jabalpur Special" chapter probably by Wednesday. But if my health recovers faster then expect an early surprise!
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Sonarika was woken up in her short nap by the announcement of the pilot that they will be landing shortly. She looked out the window of the airplane to see the green surface of Jabalpur coming into view. Her heart was slowly racing , her mind going through a series of flashbacks and turmoil. This is the very place the chaos in her mind began. She has never found complete peace in her mind ever since , the place that ruined her. And yet , returning here brought a strange thrill in her. As the plane landed on the runway and made its taxi to the gate , she was feeling something building in her. As if her pulses were in rapid movement or her blood pressure rising and falling in short bursts as she walked out of the plane to the arrival deck with her luggage. As expected , a driver holding her name tag waas standing in the deck to escort her to a deluxe Mercedes Benz E-Class.


Sonarika noticed the BajajCorp logo on it and guessed this was probably Vikram's personal car. As the car was cruising away from the airport to the Jabalpur city view , Sonarika was able to enjoy the scenic view unlike last time where she arrived in the evening. She could not help but reminisce that night as it was embedded into her mind and body with this place. It took nearly an hour but they eventually arrived at the outskirts of Jabalpur where the mighty GOLDEN WORLD hotel stood. Sonarika was impressed with its stature now as when it was inaugurated , it was only a single building standing luxury hotel. Now the place had grown to a multiple structured grand exotic hotel.

The moment Sonarika stepped into the opulent lobby of The Golden Dream, her breath caught. The soft golden lights, the scent of lilies and sandalwood, the same reception desk, all flooded her mind with memories of that fateful night. It was here—beneath this very chandelier—that she had met Vikram as more than a client, more than a name. A tension began building in her chest, not of fear, but anticipation. She clutched her clutch tighter, steadying herself as the concierge smiled and guided her toward her suite. There was no sign of Vikram, and that somehow made her more restless.

Vikram had kept his word. His PA had arranged everything, right from airport pickup to her suite's welcome platter. Not once did she see him, though she felt him in every corner. The room bore his signature: minimalistic, elegant, and layered with hidden warmth—just like him. The room was smaller than the massive suite Vikram has on the top floor. While lying on the bed she looked at the ceiling and her mind tried to recreate the bigger ceiling of that suite in her room. She felt the fabric and texture of the bed trying to imagine lying on the same bed where they tangled in sheets and fire that night, she was already loosing her control , Vikram was in her mind and soul at this moment, her heart beating louder than the soft hum of the AC. As she was taking bath in the spacious bathroom of her hotel room , her mind again painted Vikram's imagery, pulling her into memories of whispered moans, urgent kisses, and the rough silk of Vikram’s touch.

Once she was out of the shower. She looked at her mangalsutra. That was the moment the guilt in her wavered. Images of Hemant and Karan tormented her , a part of her simply wanted to leave and return home and be done with this. But more than that guilt , she was overwhelmed by the bond she has formed with Vikram , and the environment where she was fuelled her connection with Vikram. With a painful nudge , Sonarika placed her mangalsutra into her bag as if transforming herself into a different woman. And she had to because Rachika is unaware about her marriage status. In a way , it was as if she was putting her identity as a wife and mother away for some time. Here she wasn't that woman anymore. She felt familiar to her teenage times at this moment here , as if she had no burden in her shoulders , no responsibilities to follow , a freedom that was liberating. 

By evening , she dressed up and met some of the old friends she's made during their Manali trip , Sonarika wore a green saree. It didn't help hiding her milfy curves but she didn't care anymore , instead she was proud of how she has maintained her body despite going through motherhood. What followed was talk about old times , catching up on the gaps since the last meeting. Gossips and giggles covered their conversation after which one of the woman enquired.

"Where is Vikram BTW?"

"He is with his sister Anjana , she too is attending the marriage"

Sonarika thought he ignored coming to the hotel for her , turns out he is doing it to spend time with his sister. That is until a commotion was heard in the entrance area of the hotel. Vikram had arrived with his sister Anjana. Sonarika could see the striking resemblence between them , Anjana had some of the same features of Vikram like his eyes and everything but she was fairer. She presented herself much better , showing her stature as a big businesswoman.

Vikram looked at his best yet again wearing a satin white shirt and black slacks to compliment it. He led his sister to meet and greet the guests arrived for the marriage. Eventually they came towards Sonarika.

"Anjana...this is Soni....I mean Sonarika....this is Sonarika"  Vikram said embarassed with his words.

"Awww....nice to meet you Soni I mean Sonarika" 

Anjana teased Vikram as she shook Sonarika's hand. Vikram felt embarassed as he moved away from both of them. Anjana giggled at her brother's situation. She soon interacted with Sonarika.

"I always enjoy seeing him blush" Anjana explained.

"Vikram and blushing?"

"Oh , he does when he is with someone he deeply cares"

"You mean me?"

"Who else could it be?"

"I think you've mistaken"

"You know he never admits what he did with you as a mistake"

Sonarika was stunned by the revelation that Anjana is aware of Vikram's affair. She had to take a couple of seconds to comprehend that revelation.

"You mean , you know about us?"

"Yeah , Vikram told me , months ago"

"He told you everything?"

"Yes indeed , and I can understand your situation"

"Situation?"

"I get it , my brother , he can be a little 'overwhelming'. But his heart is in the right place , if he says he doesn't mean any harm , he genuinely means it. Why do you think he is ignoring you right now"

"Ignoring?"

"Precisely , Vikram was stopping me from visiting the hotel , he wouldn't tell me but I learned that you were here and he was keeping the promise he gave you to stay away"

Sonarika was lost in words from Anjana's revelation. Anjana was called up by her friend and she walked away as Sonarika moved to the lobby area to see Vikram standing in the distance. Vikram was there at the entrance, graciously greeting guests, every inch the charismatic hotelier and business magnate. Their eyes met—briefly—and what passed between them was not nostalgia. It was heat, suppressed and flickering behind restraint.

She watched as Vikram stayed in the periphery, chatting with other guests, ensuring everything ran smoothly. He did not approach her once. The restraint should have comforted her. Instead, it gnawed at something inside her. The awareness of his proximity was a constant throb beneath her skin.

A grand dinner was held at the main hall , Sonarika got the chance to stay close to Anjana. As they finished dinner , they got the chance to talk when they were in the private patio together.

"I wanna thank you Sonarika" Anjana said.

"Thank me for what?"

"For finally fixing my brother"

"Fixing?"

"Yeah, you know. Ever since Sarika , I had lost all hope. He was like a robot when he lost her , he was a cripple , a statue. My biggest regret in life was that he wasn't in his best happy form when my marriage happened. He was happy , but he was grieving. All of that changed when you came into his life"

Sonarika felt tremendous guilt. Anjana believes Sonarika fixed him and that there is a notion of her being with Vikram in the future. Sonarika could not accept that , her life was getting complicated than it was used to.

"But Anjana....me and Vicky....its not..."

"I understand. What you both have is....complicated. Crazy part is he understands that too , but regardless , I am just saying I can see a sister-in-law in you. And you don't have to take my words seriously. I am just saying for the sake of it. But I am confident you will make a wise decision"

"How can I.....I mean...after what you just said"

"Relax Sonarika , I am just saying. You don't have to take my words seriously. What you both have , I get it , its complicated. But these kind of things happen in our circle"

"Are you saying you're willing to accept me despite of my marriage?"

"No , absolutely not. Our country is not that developed to turn marriage into something like that Sonarika. I am just saying that your past doesn't matter to me. What I see is Vikram is at his best and most human when he is around you. And if you see a future with him , I will be there to welcome you with open arms"

That conversation led Sonarika into shambles. She never comprehended a thought like that , she knew she had influenced Vikram to be a better person. But here , his sister is basically willing to accept her as part of family considering she leaves her current life behind. That disrupted her mind for the night. She could not find sleep so she wandered in the garden at the backyard of the hotel at night. The night was very chilly than usual and it was definitely cooler in temperature than in Mumbai. Her mind was in constant ruckus , comprehending her life choices. At one moment , she cursed herself of ever getting close to Vikram , while another moment , she wished she was never married and Hemant was never in her life so her decisions regarding Vikram would've been clear.

But that only created another loophole in her , understanding how both the men are connected in life. Because without Hemant , Vikram would've never happened. She remembers the reason she lost her control near Vikram even though was because of his charm , but some was also because of Hemant's weakness. Vikram blitzed into her life when Hemant was at his lowest , the memories of Matheran felt like an omen. And then Vikram walked in and swept her off the feet and then things took the turn for the worse when Hemant started to fix himself up. That is where her turmoil began. Her bridge between two men forged in the chaos.

And now after hearing Anjana acknowledging her as a sister-in-law. It only made her situation worse , her inner turmoil only boiled her heart. As she was suffocating in that tension , she saw someone approaching her. It was Vikram.

"Hey , couldn't get any sleep?" Vikram asked concerned.

"No , not exactly"

"I understand your situation"

"Actually I don't think you do"

"What?"

"You revealed about us to your sister?"

"I didn't. She just got suspicious from my change and enquired behind my back to find my recent outings"

"And so she learned about me?"

"No , she couldn't find you. Only got aware of a mysterious lady in my life"

"Then how did she know about me?"

"Well , I told her. Her questioning got really frustrating. And I had to put a stop"

"Fabulous job Mr.Millionaire. Now she is ready to accept me as her sister-in-law"

"WHAT? She said that?"

"Obviously she said that"

"Now I see why you can't get sleep"

"I am relieved"

"You don't have to take this seriously Soni. Anjana , she is that kind of woman. She was just teasing you , not serious about it"

"I don't know. Her words , its haunting me"

"Then don't consider it your reality. She was taunting you the same way she taunts me. I understand you Soni , and I can assure you. I will respect your space , I'll relocate Anjana from this hotel from tomorrow"

"Don't need to do that"

"No , its necessary. Right now , my only concern is your stay here goes soothing. I've done enough damage to your life , this time I will try to fix it"

"Vicky"

"No more words Soni. Go to your room , sleep well. Rachika will have lots of fun things for you to do tomorrow at the Haldi ceremony. That will take the attention away from us"

Saying that Vikram left. Sonarika once again felt deeply connected to him realizing how he was doing everything in his power to make her comfortable. To make her feel her stay here is as normal as any other. But this hotel gave her all the wrong scenarios to think considering how she felt weak here. As she eventually reached her hotel bed and slept , she had a tough time to bring in the sleep. But once it did , she was in a dream. 

In that dream , Vikram was kissing her passionately. She was loving every second of it. But as her eyes came into focus on where she was. She felt the unease rise as she wasn't in the hotel room anymore. She was at her home back in Mumbai.

"What the hell"

"Relax Soni , its us for now"

"We're in home"

"Don't worry , Hemant has taken Karan for an outing. We have an hour to kill"

Those sentences awoken Sonarika from her sleep. She was sweating as she walked to the nearby table to drink some water. She had a hard time getting some sleep for the night.

The next day , the haldi ceremony was a blur of marigold and laughter. The courtyard bloomed with marigold canopies. Rachika, the bride, sits on a cushioned platform, surrounded by women singing folk songs.

Guests smear turmeric on her cheeks and arms, laughter everywhere. Her groom Jayesh is beside her being attacked with turmeric by his friends.

Sonarika wore a yellow saree to match the Haldi theme with jasmine in her braid, she watched the celebration from the side. Eventually she was pulled into the swarm of women singing folk songs , she applied her portion of turmeric on Rachika as they shared warm compliments and embraces.

Vikram arrived at the venue, dressed casually in a white kurta-pajama. He greets other guests but avoids Sonarika's gaze. Sonarika was intrigued by his dress choice. She hated that dressing style on Hemant. Maybe it was because she has seen Hemant in that outfit for over a decade. A simple white kurta and its matching pyjama. She hated that dress , but for some reason , it looked different on him.

She then thought about something and then walked up to Rachika and the other women and talked something in secret. All of them giggled and then worked together to execute their plan. As Vikram was standing alongside groom Jayesh and some other male guests. The women went to the upper section of where they were standing and toppled a large bowl worth of turmeric water into all of them. Vikram's entire costume changed color from white to yellow. The girls laughed as the men faltered to recover from their messy clothes and wet bodies.

The ceremony took effect in full swing and Vikram started to enquire who was behind this prank. As Vikram was applying haldi on Rachika , she revealed Sonarika's name behind their prank and this made Vikram grin.

He eventually got a chance to talk to her as she was walking with some of the females. Vikram grabbed her and led her to a secluded spot.

"So this was your idea" Vikram said acting jokingly angry.

"Definitely"

"Why did you do this?"

"Its a haldi ceremony. And besides , you wore a costume I abhore in my life"

"What a kurta?"

"This white kurta pyjama haunted my married life for almost a decade. I don't like my boyfriend to haunt me with this"

At that moment , it felt like everything stopped. Sonarika too was stunned at herself for the choice of words she used. Vikram looked at her with a deep stare.

"What did you call me? I am your boyfriend?"

"It was just a slip of tongue"

"Was it though? Or did you just feel safe enough to confess"

"I should go"

Before Sonarika could leave , Vikram grabbed her and rubbed his body on hers. rubbing his essence of turmeric into her. As they got close , their pulses quickened. Vikram realized they were dangerously close but he couldn't move away. Both could feel each other's breaths. But eventually Vikram separated , leaving Sonarika as she stared back at him with baited breaths. He didn't say a thing and walked away. 

And from that moment , Sonarika's pulse were on high level. Everything single moment they've spent with each other flashed through her mind like a slide show. He was truly intoxicating for her.

As Sonarika sat in the backseat of the cab taking her from the haldi ceremony back to the hotel, she couldn’t stop her fingers from trembling. Her yellow saree, still damp with turmeric, clung to her skin—marked now not only by the golden hue but by the electric memory of Vikram’s touch. It hadn’t just been a prank gone wrong. It had been a trapdoor opening beneath her carefully structured world. When he had pulled her aside, his eyes aflame with mischief and confrontation, she had expected banter, maybe mild scolding. What she hadn’t expected was her own lips betraying her—calling him her boyfriend like she used to. The word had slid out like a sigh long held in, and when he heard it, something shifted. When his body pressed into hers, when the turmeric on his kurta smeared into the pleats of her saree, it wasn’t just color that spread between them—it was the fire of something unfinished.

And now, alone with her thoughts, Sonarika could no longer resist the flood of memories that tore through her. She remembered the first time they confessed their relation together—back in Vikram’s place in Galaxy Apartments. The sterile silence of the space had been shattered by their heat. He had pinned her against the glass window, the city lights twinkling beneath them like stars blessing their sin. Every kiss had been a war cry, every touch a rebellion against the lives they were supposed to live. There had been no hesitance then, only mouths finding skin, fingers grasping hair, and a desperate need to lose themselves in each other’s rhythm. It had been dangerous. It had been wrong. And it had been so achingly right.

Then came Bali. A trip that was supposed to be their secret paradise which abruptly stopped thanks to Vikram's stupidity. She remembered the way the sun poured over Vikram’s bare chest as he walked out of the pool, droplets glistening on his skin. They had made love in that spacious room, surrounded by candlelight and the chirping of cicadas, her body melting under his like wax under a flame , forgeting her real life and living the moment with him. Under the moonlight, he had carried her into the pool, their clothes half-clinging, half-forgotten. That night, he whispered he could leave everything for her and confessed his love. She couldn't answered him then , even cannot now. 

Her mind jumped next to that wonderful pond in the forest the next day on that Bali trip. They’d found a hidden glade where a natural spring bubbled into a still pond. The water had been cold, but their kisses had burned. She remembered being lifted into his arms, her legs wrapped around his waist as they kissed in the shallows, surrounded by nothing but rustling trees and the heady rush of stolen time. That pond had witnessed a sacred, silent pact—one hidden from her own real life by returning to her world of responsibilities and nurture for her husband and her family.

And then there was the night off the Mumbai coast—on board the 'Voyage Of Love' that changed her perspective of Vikram. The city had disappeared behind them, and all that remained was moonlight, music, and madness. She could still feel the wine on his lips, the way the wind had tangled her hair as she kissed him on the deck. The night she herself lost all her control. They hadn’t made it to the bedroom; their passion had erupted right there on the cushioned bench, she was willing to let it all go , but it was him who saved her from going further. That uncontrolled kiss had lingered the longest, stayed with her even as she tried to rebuild her life. He was becoming an addictive drug.

Now, in the silence of the car, as the hotel neared, Sonarika felt her composure unravel. The heat of turmeric was nothing compared to the heat rising from within. Every memory she tried to lock away had returned, insistent, burning. Vikram hadn’t just stirred an old wound today—he had reopened a door she’d once nailed shut. And as much as she told herself she was walking away again, something deep inside her was melting. Wanting. Longing. Rekindling.
 
That night , Vikram didn't come to the hotel , neither did Anjana. When she enquired with one of her friends among the guests , she learned Vikram had arranged a stay for his sister and himself in the city. She appreciated the commitment he had of not doing the same dance with Sonarika. But even Sonarika knew their resistence was dwindling as that familiar chasm of deep pleasure that bonded them to each other was slowly opening up again.


The next day , the sangeet ceremony of Rachika and Jayesh was in full bloom at the grand lawn of their wedding venue, its canopy strung with fairy lights and jasmine garlands, the stage alive with thumping beats and bursts of laughter. Guests swirled in colorful lehengas and kurtas, their spirits elevated with wine, dance, and anticipation. Amidst all this, Sonarika made her entrance, her silver lehenga glimmering under the chandeliers. Her look was radiant and poised—every pleat in place, her kohl-rimmed eyes betraying a hint of anxiety. She hadn’t expected to feel this warm rush again, not after yesterday's emotionally stirring encounter with Vikram.

Vikram, already by the bar when she walked in, turned instinctively, as if the air had shifted. His silver-embroidered sherwani matched hers by strange coincidence—or maybe fate was playing a slow trick. For a moment, the music, the laughter, the clinking of glasses—all faded. All he could see was her. He took a sip of his drink, masking his smile, and braced himself for the wave of feelings rising again, threatening to sweep away months of careful restraint. They hadn’t spoken properly since yesterday’s electric moment—just brief, loaded glances. But now, under the spell of celebration, something inside him was ready to erupt.

As the DJ switched the mood, the opening beats of “Dhindhoora Baje Re” pulsed through the speakers. The crowd roared in delight, and almost instinctively, a group of friends dragged Vikram onto the dance floor. Known for his charismatic moves, he didn’t resist. His body flowed effortlessly to the music, his expressions teasing, bold, playful. And midway through, his eyes caught Sonarika’s—hesitant, smiling faintly, battling caution. He extended his hand towards her with a grin that was half a dare and half a plea. The crowd cheered louder.

Sonarika’s feet hesitated, but the pull was undeniable. She placed her glass down and walked towards him, each step in rhythm with the beat and her quickening heart. As their bodies found the music together, the old rhythm returned like muscle memory. She couldn’t help but remember that time in Mumbai—when they'd set the stage on fire during the TANISHQ Founder’s Day. That chemistry, that madness, that comfort. Her silver dupatta twirled in sync with his spins; their eyes never strayed from each other. The crowd clapped and whistled, but to them, it felt like they were dancing in a bubble no one else could penetrate.

Then, just as the final chorus rang out and Vikram spun her one last time, his gaze fell on the delicate pendant resting at the hollow of her throat—two small birds in flight. His breath caught. He had gifted that to her on her birthday,  something he had kept in his posession since their Bali trip, when everything between them still felt like a secret universe. Sonarika saw him looking. Her fingers brushed the pendant instinctively. Their movements slowed, the noise around them melting into silence. In that moment, their past wasn’t just a memory—it was alive, throbbing between them, urgent and unsaid.

As the music faded and the applause erupted, they stood still in the center of the stage, eyes locked. Her chest rose and fell with emotion. His eyes softened with the weight of unspoken longing. Around them, life moved on—waiters carried trays, relatives hugged, cameras clicked—but in that fragile slice of time, it was just Sonarika and Vikram, holding onto a memory that refused to die, and maybe, just maybe, waiting to be reborn.

The sangeet ceremony had left Sonarika emotionally stirred and physically spent, yet the exhaustion could not quiet the whirlwind inside her. Dbangd in a soft robe, she sat by the window of her room, gazing out at the moonlit courtyard of the Golden Dream Hotel. Thoughts of Vikram consumed her—his intoxicating closeness during the haldi, the possessive tenderness in his touch, the way his eyes lingered on her during their dance today. The glances, the silences, the subtle graze of fingertips—they weren’t accidents. Something was rekindling, dangerously and beautifully. And in the solitude of the night, her heart could no longer lie to her mind.

The ping of her phone startled her. She reached for it, her heart already suspecting the sender. It was Vikram. 

'Can't sleep' 

She stares. Then replies.

'Neither can I'

Soon Vikram responds

'Atrium garden. Ten minutes'

The message was brief, but its weight pressed heavily against her chest. She stared at the screen for a few seconds before standing up as if her body moved of its own accord. Throwing a shawl over her shoulders, she slipped quietly out of her room. Her breath quickened with every step down the silent hallway, the polished marble floors cool under her feet. The soft hum of the night surrounded the atrium, but her focus was singular—him.

Vikram was already there, standing beneath the large umbrella-shaped tree at the heart of the garden, its branches glowing under fairy lights that still twinkled from the evening’s festivities. He turned as he heard her approach, his expression raw, vulnerable. 

"I shouldn’t be here" Sonarika breaks the silence between them.

"I won’t touch you unless you ask me to" Vikram whispered, taking a cautious step forward.

"And yet you did in the haldi"

"I did , turns out it takes all my might and power to keep my word to you"

"Looks like neither of us can find our peace can we?"

"Might be , but I can surely say. You cost me my peace of mind" Vikram confesses.

She looked at him, speechless, her lips parted but silent. Her heart thudded in her chest, the weight of unspoken memories pulsing in her veins. She couldn’t think—but she could feel.

"I thought we made peace with our ending" Sonarika claimed.

"I made peace with your decision. Not with losing you" Vikram stated.

Her defenses were faltering. The chasm was visible in her mind now.

"We were reckless" Sonarika confessed her mind.

"No , we were alive!" Vikram said in a low tone.

"I’m not that woman anymore" Sonarika said in a hush tone.

"I can still see her. Right now" Vikram said looking at her.

Without another word, Sonarika closed the distance between them. Her hands reached up to cup his face, trembling yet determined, and she pulled him into her. Their lips met with an urgency that shattered every restraint. It was not a kiss—it was a resurrection. Months of buried desire, longing, confusion, and heartbreak all surged forward in that singular moment. Vikram responded with the same ferocity, his arms wrapping tightly around her waist, hands rediscovering familiar curves. The world melted away. There was only this—this kiss, this midnight madness.

As if the universe itself conspired with their hearts, a gentle rain began to fall, cool drops dotting their skin, intensifying the heat between them. But they didn’t pull away. The kiss deepened, grew hungrier, wetter, more desperate—as if trying to reclaim every moment lost between them. Sonarika’s fingers tangled into Vikram’s hair as he kissed down her jawline, then back to her lips, the storm inside them far greater than the one in the skies. The garden, now slick with rain and perfumed with the scent of wet earth and roses, bore witness to a relation reawakened, raw and unafraid. Their reunion was not whispered—it was thunderous in silence.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                           
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When Sonarika gained consciousness , she was in the flat at Galaxy Apartments riding Vikram. She was facing him. He had his hands on her breasts as she slid up and down on his cock. They moved slowly, her ass moving up and down on him as she rode.

Then Vikram was spooning Sonarika on the bed, Vikram was sliding in from behind. Vikram had his arms on her shoulders, sliding into Sonarika's pussy. Her entire body was sweaty, as she got fucked. Vikram began moving faster, pounding her even harder. As they were closing into an orgasm , Sonarika realized this wasn't happening right now. Matter of fact this was just a memory , something she had already done in this very Galaxy Apartments. Vikram slid in hard to Sonarika and began to cum. He moaned loudly as he emptied into her pussy.

That was when Sonarika woke up with a startle. She was back in her hotel room , her robe was intact. Slowly she recollected what happened last night. Their passionate kiss shared at the atrium garden , Sonarika and Vikram ended up here making out but eventually Vikram had to go as he got some calls which brought the distraction among them. And thus Sonarika went to bed and saw one of their special moments as a dream in her sleep.

Sonarika noticed a note placed on the desk near the bed.

For your quiet morning. I’ll see you downstairs – V

She smiled seeing the acknowledgement he has for her. Soon , Sonarika worked on to get fresh. After a wonderful warm shower , she wore a special saree she bought for the function. A black and gold embroidery textured saree. Its blouse had a unique design which covered most of her cleavage and the back was somewhat exposed like a round bird window with ribbons tied on the upper and lower section of the blouse. As she wore the final bird pendant , she looked at the mirror , appreciating her look and hoping that this will make Vikram feel weak on his knees. 

As the mandap glowed in warm golden light and the chants of the pandit echoed in the background, Sonarika stood among the crowd, her eyes occasionally shifting from the bride and groom to the man standing a few feet away—Vikram. Their eyes met across the aisle as Rachika's dupatta brushed against the holy fire. Vikram gave her a slow, knowing smile, his eyes wandering momentarily to the bird-shaped pendant nestled near her collarbone, glinting with soft defiance. The memory of their kiss from the previous night at the atrium garden flickered in both their minds. That kiss had unchained something long buried under chastity and responsibilities, and now there was no veil left to hide behind. They were no longer pretending.

Later, as everyone moved to the open lawn for the wedding feast, Vikram found her near the jasmine-dbangd swing meant for photo ops. Her saree shimmered beneath the fairy lights, her silhouette delicate and bold in equal measure. He approached slowly, brushing past a few guests, and whispered just loud enough for her to hear. 

"You’re stealing the bride’s thunder" 

Sonarika turned, arching an eyebrow, then smiled—softly, intimately. 

"Only because you’re looking at me like that" she said. 

And for a moment, surrounded by music and conversation, time folded into their own little world as they stood facing each other, his fingers briefly brushing against hers.

They sat together during dinner at a corner table where flickering candles cast shadows on their faces. Between bites and laughter, Vikram leaned closer and wiped a smudge of kheer from the corner of her lip. His touch lingered a second longer than necessary. She looked at him through kohl-lined eyes and said softly. 

"Don’t make it harder than it already is"  

But Vikram, ever the bold one, whispered back. 

"I’m not making it hard. I’m just making it real" 

Her breath caught slightly. 

Outside, firecrackers burst in the evening sky in celebration, but the true ignition had already happened between them.

As Rachika and Jayesh moved to take their saat pheras, the air inside the mandap thickened with incense and emotion. Sonarika and Vikram stood side by side again, holding flower petals. When Jayesh tied the mangalsutra around Rachika’s neck, Sonarika turned her face slightly toward Vikram. Without looking away from the newlyweds, he reached into his handful of petals and gently released a few over Sonarika’s head. She gave him a mock look of indignation but then, smirking, followed suit and let a cascade of petals rain down over him. Their smiles held stories neither dared speak aloud.

Later, while the couple received blessings from elders, Vikram and Sonarika stepped away into the quieter corridor leading to the banquet garden. The music had faded into a softer tune, and the lanterns above them swayed with the monsoon breeze. 

"This place has become more than a home to me right now" Vikram murmured. 

"Its definitely more spacious than Galaxy Apartments thats for sure" 

Sonarika looked at him, her expression unreadable for a moment, then her fingers reached up to touch the pendant. 

"But still , I am scared to touch this fire again!" 

Sonarika said, her voice tinged with a sadness he understood too well.

But the day wasn’t over. A slow romantic song began to play as a few guests took to the lawn to dance. Vikram extended a hand. 

"Then how about a different dance?" 

She hesitated only a heartbeat before placing her hand in his. He pulled her close, and as they swayed under the darkening sky—his arm around her waist, her head grazing his chest—it felt like a soft rebellion against fate. Her fingers curled slightly into his sherwani. In that moment, Sonarika wasn’t a wife or a mother—she was simply a woman who found something lost within her, returning to her making her felt fully seen.

When Sonarika and Vikram returned to Hotel Golden Dream. Vikram held her hand.

"I wanna show you something"

He lead her through the backside of the courtyard towards an elevated spot. Sonarika was nervous and curious as the place was somewhat a forest and in the night it was dark. But as they walked ahead and reached a higher point of that place. She realized the place was kind of a valley top and it had a wonderful marble patio that stood as a lookout and a watching spot from that area. Near that spatio was an old carriage that was placed like an antique decoration piece.

As Sonarika was enjoying the sight of this beautiful place , she didn't expect the weather to suddenly change making the situation a challenge.

The rain began like a gentle whisper on the leaves, turning quickly into a passionate downpour as Sonarika and Vikram ran toward the marble patio. Her black saree, now glistening and clinging to every curve, made her look like a goddess sculpted from midnight and gold. The golden embroidery shimmered under the stray flashes of lightning, accentuating the arch of her back and the generous curve of her hips. As she reached the patio, half-laughing, half-breathless, she felt Vikram’s gaze like a heated caress along her soaked skin.

When Vikram played "Tip Tip Barsa Paani" on his phone, Sonarika felt an electric jolt run through her spine. That song, so notorious for its raw sensuality, seemed to mirror the thrum in her veins. She looked into Vikram’s hungry eyes and, with a playful smirk, removed the pins from her hair. Her hair tumbled down in waves, catching the rain like a dark waterfall. Slowly, she began to sway, hips rolling, her hands teasingly sliding down her sides. Each movement accentuated the secret curves her saree barely contained.

Vikram watched her as if he was watching fire dance—dangerous, beautiful, impossible to turn away from. He couldn’t resist long; he joined her, moving closer with each beat. Their bodies responded like two magnets drawn together, his lips murmuring the lyrics as his hands hovered near her waist. Together, they recreated a dance both playful and primal, water dripping from their bodies as if they shared one pulse, one breath.

The music seemed to possess them. Sonarika felt her self-control dissolve into the rain as she danced closer, her chest pressing against Vikram’s. The warmth of his breath on her neck sent shivers shooting down her spine. Their laughter turned to gasps, and the slow, teasing moves gave way to something urgent and uncontainable. When their lips finally met, the world outside vanished in a splash of thunder and silver rain.

Their kiss deepened, their bodies melting into each other with a fervor neither could deny. Vikram’s hands roamed down her back, pressing her closer, making her moan into his mouth. She felt the familiar ache bloom in her core, an ache she had long learned to keep hidden from her husband. Tonight, however, there was no Hemant, no Karan—only this forbidden fire crackling between her and Vikram.

Rain lashed down like an untamed symphony as Vikram grasped Sonarika’s hand, pulling her gently but urgently from the marble patio where their lips had just collided in a fevered kiss that reignited everything they had buried. The valley behind them shimmered with mist and memory, echoing the dance they had just shared—wild, soaked, and electric. The wooded path ahead, the same one they had walked hours ago beneath a calmer sky, was now a blur of leaves and water. But Vikram didn’t hesitate, and Sonarika followed without protest, her soaked sari clinging to her skin, her breath caught somewhere between disbelief and surrender.

They moved in silence, except for the storm and their synchronized steps through the mud and trees, hearts thudding louder than the thunder above. Reaching the back entrance of the Golden Dream Hotel, Vikram swiped his access card and ushered her in without a word, his fingers never loosening from hers. The warmth of the hotel’s interior kissed their drenched skin, but neither acknowledged it. In the elevator, Sonarika glanced at the panel, heart skipping as it passed her floor. She knew. He said nothing. Just stood beside her, water dripping from his hair, his presence a magnetic pull that had never truly let her go. The numbers climbed, rising like the heat between them.

When the doors opened, Vikram led her through the silent corridor to the suite where it had all begun. He unlocked the door, stepped inside, and she followed. No words. No turning back. The door shut behind them with a quiet finality. Vikram turned to her, not with a smile, but with the intensity of a man who had waited too long for this moment to come again. There would be no soft touches tonight, no careful hesitation. What had begun in stolen glances and breathless nights would now explode in full, unapologetic passion—an old flame, reignited not to warm, but to burn.


The suite shimmered dimly in the golden lamplight, casting seductive shadows across the walls as Vikram pulled Sonarika inside, their breaths ragged, their hearts pounding in chaotic unison. The rain still echoed on the windows behind them, but neither noticed—too consumed by the fire that had reignited between them. The room hadn’t changed since the last time they gave into each other here; the scent of sandalwood in the air seemed to recall their past transgressions, as though the walls remembered. As the door clicked shut, Vikram’s eyes locked onto hers—fierce, questioning, yearning—and in her gaze, he saw no resistance. Only want.

Sonarika, still catching her breath from their desperate kiss at the patio, watched as Vikram approached her again, his fingers trailing up her arms, goosebumps rising on her rain-slicked skin. Her soaked saree clung to every curve, almost translucent against her blouse and petticoat. When Vikram tugged gently at her pallu, she didn’t stop him. Instead, she lifted her arms slightly, letting the fabric flutter down with a deliberate grace. Spinning slowly, she let the saree unravel from her, until it pooled like liquid gold at her feet. Her damp blouse clung tightly to her chest, rainwater accentuating every outline. Vikram’s gaze drank her in, reverent and starving.

He stepped closer, brushing a strand of wet hair from her cheek before trailing his lips along the droplets that dotted her skin. Each kiss burned hotter than the last, descending from her cheek to her jaw, and then down the side of her neck. Sonarika's fingers gripped his shoulder as a gasp escaped her lips, her head tilting to grant him more access. With every kiss, she was pulled deeper into the gravity of their shared past, into the ache that had never truly left her. Vikram’s touch was gentle but possessive—like a man reclaiming something lost but never forgotten.

Suddenly, Sonarika slipped away, her bare feet soundless as she moved toward the window. The city lights glimmered beyond the glass, blurred by the downpour, but Vikram only had eyes for her. Her back was to him now, the two satin ribbons of her blouse knotted delicately. He approached with quiet intensity, his fingers grazing her spine as he untied each knot with aching slowness. The blouse loosened, falling forward and baring her back fully to him. Without a word, he wrapped his arms around her from behind, his lips finding her neck again as he pulled her flush against him.

Their silhouettes melted together in the window’s reflection—two bodies, one craving. Vikram’s mouth moved urgently along her shoulder while his hands roamed her waist, pulling her with him as they slipped below the window ledge, disappearing from view. The only sounds were the deepening rhythm of their breath and the rain intensifying against the glass, as though the world outside was trying to drown out the sins of the night within. In that room, under that storm, the line they once drew had vanished—and all that remained was the fire neither of them could resist any longer.

High above the lush gardens and polished courtyards of Hotel Golden Dream, the VIP suite remained cloaked in a sensual silence, broken only by the distant growl of thunder. The evening had turned tempestuous, casting a silvery gloom over the grand glass windows that framed the suite like an oil painting. Sheets of rain began lashing the wide balcony, blurring the once-crisp view of the greenery and the lush outskirts of Jabalpur. The garden below, manicured and serene by day, now shuddered under the weight of the storm—petals scattering, branches bending, water pooling in soft ripples along the stone paths.

Inside, the storm outside only heightened the contrast of warmth and flickering tension within the VIP suite. Heavy dbangs swayed slightly with the gusts that managed to slip through the crevices of the tall windows, as the chandelier above gently quivered in sync with the thunder. The rich mahogany walls absorbed the sounds of distant footsteps and hushed voices from lower floors—none aware of the tempest brewing in the suite above. The storm had captured the attention of most guests; they pressed against their own windows or huddled beneath porticos, marveling at the display of nature's fury, oblivious to the parallel storm rising behind closed velvet doors.

As lightning forked across the distant sky, illuminating the dark, rain-slicked city in ghostly white, it found its echo in the fierce, silent electricity within Vikram’s private domain. The suite—opulent, golden, scented faintly with orchids and rain—seemed to hold its breath as shadows danced across the walls. Outside, wind tore through the palms lining the boundary, and fountains overflowed under the relentless downpour. But in the heart of Hotel Golden Dream, where intimacy and memory collided, nature’s drama seemed to reverberate from the earth to the heavens, each thunderclap a drumbeat in a crescendo of passion that mirrored the night’s storm.

In that lavish suite , Vikram's expensive sherwani and his undergarments lied along with Sonarika's scattered gold and black saree signifying their flaming reunion as the drenched up clothes were secreting rain water into the floor. On the bed things were only getting intense.

Vikram and Sonarika let out noises of pleasures, Sonarika's pussy squeezing encouragingly at him as he was already straight into a rhythm, dominantly holding her and starting to pump in and out of her, putting his big cock to work much to her pleasure. His hands caressed her.


Her lovely body was a delight to him too, the way his meat rocked with friction inside her adding an extra tingle to the sheer, slippery sensation of her engulfing pussy. Her noises ascended to a squeal and then squeak to silence as he picked up the pace to a level she never knew possible, hammering himself into her, almost full depth as he pulled her taut. His big cock jammed deeply inside her, sending twinges of pain through her as he started to really stretch her open, forcing her to loosen up more to withstand his pace as he slammed against her. Its been a while to have been thoroughly fucked. Despite that it felt incredible, overwhelming though and all too much for her, just taking it with a silent scream, face screwed up the same as her hands in the bedding as she took his cock in its fullness. Her huge breasts bounced heavily beneath her, rocking and dancing with the momentum of their fuck.


His pounding on her lasted just a few more seconds before he abruptly wrenched himself back out of her, making her gasp loudly before he suddenly spun her around again, this time pushing her down to sit on the side of the bed. Sonarika bounced on the side of the mattress, stabilising herself with her hands out behind her just in time for him to grab a handful of her long black hair and press his cock into her mouth with his other. She mumbled in surprise but didn't complain as his thick head slid into her mouth, making her gag momentarily as he touched the back of her throat with his tip before she could get into a rhythm. Her hand instinctively came up to grasp the base of him as she sucked firmly, pressing the tip of her tongue to the base of his shaft and letting it catch in his thick ring, playing with and exploring it, something she'd missed since the last time. His grip in her dark hair loosened as he pulled her head towards him, wanting every possible inch of himself in her mouth even as she twisted to push him into the hollow of her cheek.


Pulling himself out of her mouth, he pushed her back onto her hands again by her shoulders and thrust himself down towards her chest. Vikram loved doing this to her, with her phenomenal breasts, and he intended to relive it as he pressed himself between them and pushed them up together around him. Sonarika looked up to him with her big eyes as he revelled in her body, shoving energetically between her boobs with a throaty growl of pleasure. She looked down to watch his bulbous head surging up towards her, his tip glinting before her; it was far too tempting to ignore and she leaned down to lick at his tip again, working to try and catch it in the process and sucking at him just a bit where she could.


He watched as she worked to pleasure him as he thrust against her, loving the soft, sensual feel of her huge tits around him mixing with the hot, wet skill of her tongue as it danced and swiped at his sensitive head. It blended with the sensations of her hot, silky legs sliding past his as he stood over her, the milf slipping them up him lightly as she leaned back. He paused a couple of times on his up-stroke to let her toy with his tip since she seemed so interested in it, before enjoying the feel of her again with more strokes. As he paused again Sonarika took hold of the tip in her teeth, pulling at it and twisting slightly, sending a deep wave of sensation through him; not pain, or pleasure really, just an intense feeling. He let her have her moment and then pulled her head carefully back off him by her hair, releasing her lovely boobs somewhat reluctantly.

Sonarika was looking up at him, breathing heavily, just waiting.

"Ready?" Vikram asked with his dominant tone. She just paused, heart fluttering.

"Yesss" 

She replied, not messing around now. He'd already been inside her multiple times in the past , but tonight they were going to be together again after a long time and she needed him back inside her right now. It was a teaser, and reminder of how she loved his cock, and she wasn't going to play around, that time had passed.

"Good" 

Vikram smiled, letting go of her hair and reaching down for her smooth legs, tipping her back on the bed so she bounced down on it, chest mesmerizingly doing the same as he took a strong hold on her limbs, his veiny cock standing out between them. Lowering himself down to her, she murmured softly as he pushed forward to let his big, heavy balls rub over her waiting pussy, through her dark triangle of hair for a moment. Sonarika looked down to consider it, pushing up on her elbows to look down at him over her, how his length extended up her tummy. Fixated by it, she took in just how deep he would be inside her, how far into her body he would bury himself. He knew what she was doing and pushed right against her thighs to show her exactly how far it would reach when he was inside her, hearing her give a restrained gasp at the concept, knowing it could get a little bit deeper than it usually does because he is all charged up.

She looked back up at him with trepidation, met by a smile as he just held it there for a moment longer before slipping back and reaching down to aim himself down towards her slick pussy. Her renewed nerves certainly hadn't made her body want it less, her pussy engorged and slick with thick juices, ready to stretch and receive him. As he lined himself up she let her elbows slide out from under her to drop back onto the bed, though she still craned up to look down and watch the moment he penetrated her. Holding her leg firmly with his left arm, he pressed his pulsing cock to her waiting entrance, almost slipping inside her such was the wetness of her vulva.

"Yessss.....we are together...again!!" 


Vikram said with a grin, loving how badly she wanted it. He didn't draw it out to demand a response from her however, simply teasing himself up and down her labia for a moment, letting her feel his thickness before he pushed down and into her, his bulging head being immediately swallowed by her milfy curvy body, eliciting a gasp from her as he dipped inside, feeling her walls clamp down around him. She just let out a few deep breaths as he pushed just over half his length into her and then drew back into a series of slow, deliberate thrusts as he gave a deep, masculine murmur of pleasure at the succulent squeezing of her pussy. Vikram's right arm joined his left in holding her legs, taking a strong hold on Sonarika which gave her an idea of what she was in for. He certainly didn't seem to be messing around, and now she was going to find out exactly what was in store for her. Vikram's hips started to pick up pace, thrusting into Sonarika faster, just giving her a moment more to get used to his thickness before he started to work on the depth, working another couple of inches into her with ease so she was handling every inch of him.


Sonarika felt herself stretch again delightfully as he squeezed his cock into her pussy, accommodating him perfectly and feeling her nerve endings lighting up as he stroked over every inch of her velvet walls. He leaned over her more as he started pressing that depth a little more firmly, putting more energy into her, making her close her eyes and drop her head back to the bed, just wanting to lay back and enjoy the unique sensations as he indulged himself with her body. He started to pick up the pace more, pumping powerfully into her as she clenched and gripped him with her pussy to intensify it for him, able to feel the stimulation from the hard girth of his penis. He wanted more of her though, all of her, and cranked back on her thighs to drill himself into her, squeezing to feel her, making her grunt as he slowed a little but pushed harder on her, feeling her body resisting him.

At that he gave a few hard, sharp thrusts into her, making her cry out and legs try to squeeze together at the abrupt increase in his efforts, pushing hard against her cervix. She breathed in relief as he resumed his thrusting again, letting her body relax again, knowing she would need to for his next effort. The break was just moments however as he went deep again, a firm thrust initially, before a second resulting in a push, aiming to squeeze himself into her. There was a moment and then he felt her start to give, just hinting that the prize was there to be taken. Vikram pulled back to give another pair of quick thrusts, almost as deep, before he pressed again and forced himself against her squeezing pussy. Sonarika's fingers dug into the bed beside her as her vagina stretched, feeling herself start to give way for him; he felt it too and gave slight grunt of effort as he pulled himself into her to capitalise on it. She gave a strained noise as she felt herself giving way, his persistence paying off as the slow force of his cock broke down her barriers, before crying out as he jolted past and bottomed out in her to embed all of his thick cock in her quivering pussy.

"AHHHH" 

Sonarika breathed harshly through gasping breaths, the sharp pain deep inside her from the breakthrough fading away. He paused to enjoy his victory, releasing her legs and leaning down over her to press his lips to hers, kissing her quite softly as he flexed his cock inside her, tongues entwining as they made out. Their liplock became more intense, faster and more hungry as every one between them seemed to have done so far until he suddenly pulled away from her and grabbed her legs again. Drawing himself back, he kept the stroke to just a couple of inches and then thrust himself back into her, making sure to fully consolidate his position inside her, Sonarika grunting with each time he went balls deep inside her. She inhaled as he drew back for a full length thrust, her lips bulging as his head threatened to pop out of her before he smoothly slipped it all the way back into her body, jolting back to full depth again as she grunted, broken in and unable to resist now, not that she wanted to as pleasure tingled into her from it.

"That feel good?" 

Vikram asked as he started into a steady rhythm of full length strokes so she could completely enjoy all of him.

"Yes!" 

Sonarika breathed, eyes shut as she felt the pleasure spreading through her, rolling her hips onto him so he stroked more over her G-spot, squeezing her pussy down at him to feel a tingle of stimulation it released through her in the process. It was all pleasure now as they worked in unison and he started increasing his pace while she focused on the edge his thrusting added. She'd never felt it before, but it was there and she was loving it. His strokes were short and hard now, jamming himself into her, thumping his balls into her with every thrust as he hauled hard on her legs. His hands slipped down to her pelvis to hold the very base of his thighs, fingertips tracing her thighs as he gained more leverage to really pump himself into her, rocking her whole body now as she bounced on the bed before him. She couldn't do anything to get more involved; Sonarika was sprawled out on the bed, hair all over the place, completely lost to the fucking now as she gasped, grunted and groaned through it in sheer pleasure, huge tits bouncing deliciously. She'd forgotten how incredible it felt to take a pounding from him, he never held back with her, how it stretched and stimulated every possible area within her, and how she surrendered herself to it.

"How long did you miss me Soni" 

Vikram asked with a smile, slowing down to just rock in and out of Sonarika, catching his breath as he leaned between her legs and took hold of her chest for a firm grope. She breathed deeply and arched up as he squeezed her breasts, shivering at the sensations and loving his somewhat heavy handed approach to them.

"A while" 

Sonarika breathed in the answer to his question. Giving her a hard squeeze as he pressed back to full depth inside her again and held it caused her to shudder in sensation.

"How long?" he questioned, before going back to his smooth strokes into her velvet tunnel.

"Months" 

Sonarika gasped as Vikram picked up his pace a bit. His fingers pulled back to pinch at her nipples, giving a distinctly hard grip that made her almost yelp and push up from the bed, looking up to him to see his expression that said he was very much enjoying her milfy body. He groped her again as she flopped back onto the bed again, the pleasure still almost overwhelming her.

"Give me the exact time Soni? I know you know it" 

Vikram asked, giving some strokes of his full length once more as he squeezed hard at her huge tits.

"Ahh.....8 months, 2 weeks, 3 days since that night in Bali!" 

Sonarika nearly growled while confessing as she gasped underneath him. She remembered the time but that was Sonarika's speciality , she always remembers the things that matter to her. Had it been Hemant and she would've told him it has been roughly a month and a day and fifteen hours back when she enjoyed her husband in their bed. But right now Hemant wasn't in the peripheral or her mind for the moment. Either way it was long enough that she'd forgotten exactly how great it felt to take Vikram and feel his intensity. It was accentuated by him picking up the pace again, whining with pleasure and squeezing down on him to feel it fully. She didn't care anymore that she had handed over control to him, he could tell she was absolutely loving it and just wanted to lie back and revel in the sensations of it as he drove deep into her. His hands slid back to her hips again and he took a good hold of her as he set about fucking her again, staying deep and driving himself against her to see and feel her respond to it, giving her the fuck she really wanted. Her boobs bounced intently again, and she gasped loudly.


It only served to heighten her pleasure as she got more turned on by it , he continued hard grabs and gropes of her until he suddenly leaned over her whilst burying himself to full depth inside and held it there to make her shiver and pull her thighs into him. He leaned down on his hands again to press his lips to hers, Sonarika enthusiastically receiving him as they engaged in another deep, tongue-twisting kiss, losing themselves to it a little bit as they made out once more, his full length embedded in her pussy. Her bite to his lip only made him smile with pleasure, feeling he had unleashed the full sexual hunger of her by burying his huge cock inside her. He pushed up his hands and thrust into her again as she craned up to kiss at his strong chest and neck as best she could while he stroked into her once more before he pressed her back down onto the bed again as he sunk balls deep in her. She shivered with pleasure as her pussy gave a distinct clamp down on his cock. 


Vikram then started thrusting himself deeply inside her several more times before driving in and holding at full depth once more. 


"You love this don't you Soni?" Vikram hissed, loving how she was responding.

"Yesss" Sonarika agreed.

"Tell me" he said, giving her a few more thrusts.

"Ahhh....I love how you fuck me Vicky...mmm" 

Sonarika said simply, not attempting to deny it to him.

"Good. And what do you want?" 

Vikram probed, wanting to hear it from her directly. In her position, there was no going back now.

"I want you to fuck me. Hard, really hard" 

Sonarika breathed, almost a whisper as she pulled her legs back a bit more to surrender and submit to him.

"Good girl" 

Vikram said with a devilish smile as he leaned confidently on his hands once more and started to get going again, still so big and hard inside her as he started to reciprocate back and forth to plunge his cock deeply. Her pussy swallowed him perfectly and she groaned in pleasure at him completely filling her body, the deep satisfaction of his penetration so complete as she rolled her hips back with her knees up, pulling them in towards his body to encourage him with the smooth strokes. She gave a cry as she was caught off-guard by another burst of short, hard fucking that ploughed his cock full depth and very hard into her body, making her give a strained, overwhelmed sound of pleasure that resulted in a sighing groan when he slowed down.


Standing up, his hands grabbed her chest again, grabbing her hard and then massaging at her phenomenal tits as he continued to fuck her hard, making sure she took him full depth every time. He lowered his head and took a large nipple into his mouth. His tongue toyed with it as he slobbered and sucked making Sonarika gasp in pleasure. In response her hand stroked faster the harder he sucked. He bit down on her nipple and she cried out as he used it to pull her breast away from her chest. He let it go with a satisfying smack of his lips. Her nipple glowed bright red. It was engorged, erect and large. He strummed it with his fingers, idly flicking it over and over until Sonarika was squirming from the exquisite sensation.


That was itself very high and she was very close to climax now, his sheer size hammering her to orgasm after a fuck that she'd enjoyed every second of throughout, her body switched on and alive. She sneakily tried to slip her hand towards her clit to stimulate herself in every possible way, only for his hand to swipe down and smack it away onto the bed once more. He made it clear that she was going to come on his cock alone as his hand went back onto her chest, mauling it with his hands and mouth as she gasped.

"Ahhh....Ahhhh....Ahhhh" 

Sonarika whined in a strained manner as Vikram suddenly ramped up even faster, finding speed and power she couldn't imagine, especially as he put it behind his thick cock, jamming all of it into her with intensity she had never believed possible. Her body was completely overwhelmed now, pleasure emanating from her pussy through her as his hands mauled her chest, digging his fingers in now as he slammed himself against her, his big balls pressing hard against her as he plundered every possible inch of depth she could offer. The orgasm that had been accumulating over the course of the fucking she'd taken was suddenly coming to fruition, bubbling up effervescently within her. She bounced energetically underneath his merciless fucking as her legs started to tremble as they curled, managing to pull them in towards his body to stabilise herself while her hands grabbed desperately at the covers in the final moments before it all gave way.


"AHHHH!!!!" 

Sonarika winced as she tried to hold it back just a second longer before she gave a piercing cry and shoved her hips down as hard as possible to take him as deep as her pussy would allow, right before it clamped down incredibly tight around the base of his throbbing shaft. His tip jammed through her cervix and he grunted as she clenched so tightly around him that she held him still, making him surge and stiffen inside her. Her whole body shuddered and shook uncontrollably on him, pussy going from one intent clench to fast, powerful grasps at him as she rolled her hips to maximise her ecstasy in the huge orgasm. Her own fingernails dug into the bed and she writhed on the edge of being unable to stand it, the sensation simply too great even as she worked her hips to intensify it, gasping breaths turning to an overwhelmed wail as he started to fuck her again, just as hard as he had been prior causing Sonarika to swat at his hips with her hand weakly to try and get him to stop, not that she really wanted him too, because she couldn't take it. Hammering through her peak sustained it several more tense seconds before she collapsed with a final capitulating shudder, flopping exhausted on the bed with deep, gulping breaths, legs dropping down weakly next to his as he stood between them.


He was clearly going for his imminent climax now, stroking just the final few inches of himself into her with his hands taking a tight hold of her curvy hips now, jamming himself deeply inside her as his thumbs twisted under the snug caverns of her love tunnel. The deathgrip her pussy had on him was speed railed his ascend to erupt, choking him each time he went right inside her as his pace increased. She braced herself on the bed underneath him and bit her lip as he fucked her hard, really hard, surging into a final assault on her body as his orgasm rushed up on him, squeezing deeply inside him and building pressure rapidly as he twitched.

"Ohh...SONI!!!!" 

Vikram exclaimed as he abruptly slammed himself deeply inside her, piledriving her so hard it sent a final twinge of pain through her, making her wince and pussy clench delightfully tight on him as he erupted, the pressure too much to take. She sighed in satisfaction as he swelled even harder and jumped powerfully inside her, his thick cock bucking with every thick spurt he released deep into her body as he held all of him to the maximum, holding her to him possessively as he conquered her completely. Sonarika marvelled at how long and intense his climax was, his fingertips digging into her sweaty and warm skin as his big, heavy balls tightened to pump every last drop of himself into her. He gave two more strained thrusts into her, shuddering at the intense stimulation before a final clench to unload the last possible drop inside her. Exhaling hard, he relaxed and slackened his grip on her, taking deep draughts of air as he stared down at her body, lost in the moment it seemed, before he looked up to her; there was no smile, just an intense, steely stare that seemed to portray just what this slice of time meant, holding it as she gasped beneath him, vibrant black hair stuck to her sweaty forehead as only their ragged breaths broke the silence of the hotel room.


Vikram dropped his gaze as his hands slipped from her hips, just letting his fingers snag and twist her slightly before moving back up her thighs to where her knees still pressed to his body and pulled to slide himself out of her, taking a step to draw the length of his still firm cock out of her, slipping out with a slight sigh at the stimulation to his head as he pushed her knees back a little. Free of her silky haven, he rocked her knees over to the side to roll her hips, making Sonarika twist over out of his way before turning to sit heavily on the side of the bed, immediately collapsing back onto the expensive sheets and staring at the ceiling as he drew in more heavy, sated breaths from the quiet room. She was absolutely exhausted and could feel the ache in her pussy that she was sure would be with her for a couple of days. It was easily the hardest fuck she'd had in a long time, and one she wouldn't soon forget. He pulled himself back up onto the bed more beside her to rest, having expended a good deal of his energy on demolishing her, evidenced by the woman lying on the bed with her eyes shut.


When it was over, they lay tangled on the white sheets, hearts thudding, breath shallow. He kissed her knuckles like a promise. She buried her face into his chest, as if to hide from the world she had temporarily betrayed.

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In the dreamscape, Sonarika stood barefoot on the marble patio, the silk of her deep emerald gown fluttering softly in the breeze. Before her stretched the lush, vibrant greenery of Jabalpur, dew-kissed and humming with serenity. Birds chirped like a symphony of freedom, and her heart felt light, unburdened. Then came Vikram—strong, smiling, magnetic. He approached her from behind, arms wrapping around her waist, pulling her close. She turned to him, eyes brimming with affection, and their lips met in a kiss that bloomed with passion and promise.



The world melted around them as their embrace deepened. The air was thick with warmth and jasmine, their bodies drawn together in both love and longing. As they held each other, Vikram's voice trembled with sincerity as he confessed. 

"I love you, Soni. I want you. Only you" 

She looked into his eyes, her fingertips gently caressing his cheek, and nodded with a smile. 

"I’m yours" 

Sonarika whispered, pressing another kiss onto his lips, sealing the moment like a sacred vow. The joy, the freedom, the truth of that moment shimmered like gold around them. She felt weightless, as though her soul had finally found peace in his arms.


Gasping, Sonarika awoke. The sheets beneath her clung to sweat-drenched skin. Her bare form was curled under the expensive linen of Vikram’s hotel suite bed.  She lay there for a moment, motionless, as memories surged through her—Vikram’s hands, his lips, the way he whispered her name like a prayer after months of aching distance. Her bare body, glistening with the memory of sweat now dried, was a quiet testament to the passion they had surrendered to. Slowly, she pulled the sheet around her, not out of shame, but to preserve the fragile magic of that intimacy just a little longer.


Her eyes wandered to a familiar corner of the suite—Vikram’s wardrobe, partially open. A magnetic pull drew her to it. She walked over, her footsteps silent against the plush carpet, and opened the door wider. Inside hung a few of his favorite silk shirts, the kind he wore back in those days when they were reckless, stolen moments stitched into their lives. One in particular, navy blue with faint silver stripes, made her breath hitch—it had always been her favorite. Without thinking, she slipped it on. It dbangd over her like a second skin, still carrying his scent, and she padded toward the gallery, her bare legs brushing the cold marble floor.


There, framed by the vast Jabalpur outskirts greenery, Vikram sat with his morning coffee, gazing at the beauty of nature. The serenity in his posture melted the last of her hesitation. As he turned and saw her—his shirt barely covering her, hair tousled, eyes soft—he smiled and lifted his hand. She walked into it, into him, lowering herself onto his lap with effortless familiarity. Their lips met in a kiss that said everything their time apart had silenced. Words soon followed—quiet, tender, confessional—as the sun slowly rose behind them, casting its first light on a relation that refused to fade, even after everything.


"Do you remember that day in Bali? After the shopping... when the car had a problem…"

Sonarika said softly, tracing his chest.

"We ended up at that small shop. You stole my tea and made the old man think we were some horny newly weds"

Vikram said smiling.

"You let him believe it. Didn’t even correct him" Sonarika retorted.

"Why would I? You looked like you belonged in that horny story" Vikram said with a smug.

They both chuckle lightly. Her fingers still move absentmindedly over his chest, brushing old memories to life.

"Last night... I felt like I was back in that time. When things were out of control, when only this mattered"

"I felt that too. You're just the same Soni. The same woman that dominates all my dreams"

"That’s the problem, Vicky. I am back to being that betrayer again!"

She turns her gaze away, silence blooming in the air. Vikram stiffens slightly, sensing a shift. He kisses her shoulder absentmindedly. Then he says it.

"You're thinking about Hemant aren't you?" Vikram read her thoughts.

The name falls like a stone between them. Sonarika freezes. Her body tenses in his arms. The intimacy snaps like a twig.

"Don't say his name here. Not like this"

"Soni, I didn’t mean to—" 

Sonarika interrupted him ,  pulling back slightly.

"I wake up next to you and wonder if I’m still the woman he fell in love with... or just someone who’s too weak to walk away from what she craves"

Her voice cracks. Her eyes glisten but don’t break. Vikram looks at her, wounded by her pain. He cups her face gently.

"It wasn’t just craving. We didn’t start with lust. You know that"

"Then what was it? Tell me it was something noble so I can feel less like a liar and a cheater" 

Sonarika said teary-eyed

"It was loneliness. It was seeing you dim your light in a life that didn't see all of you. I saw it. I always did"

Vikram whispered. She leans her forehead to his, breathing him in. The fight leaves her. For a moment, there is only stillness.

"And yet... here I am. Choosing this again" Sonarika confesses.

"Or maybe just choosing yourself... for once" Vikram said softly

She said nothing as she slip into his lap. Sonarika wrapped her arms around his neck and stared at Vikram with a smile that was so hard to read. He wrapped his arms around her waist only moments before Sonarika lowered her mouth to Vikram and kissed him. The kiss was slow and luxurious. Sonarika wasn't wearing any panties and Vikram felt the wetness of her pussy as she grinded herself against his hard cock hiding in his boxers. Her nails raked down the back of his neck, sending shivers through him and making his hold of her body that much tighter. Sonarika slung down to her knees between his legs, looking at Vikram all the while. She pulled his hard cock out of his boxers and slowly pumped the hard as steel organ.

"You're insatiable" Vikram whimpered.

"You bring it out of me." She told him before dropping her mouth onto the crown of his cock.

"OHHH Soni!" 

Vikram shouted as he felt her lips and tongue bathe his cock in pleasure. He looked down to see the beautiful milfy womn still staring up at him, only now her mouth was filled with cock. His cock. She devoured it. Taking more and more of his cock as her tongue swirled and dipped all around his most prized appendage. Vikram ran his hand through her hair and moaned as she increased the strength of her suction. Her cheeks sunk into her face as her mouth descended time and time again down the length of his pole.

"mmmm.....I love your cock" 

She told him as she popped her lovely mouth off of his throbbing cock. She dipped her head, taking his heavy balls in between her lips.

"It loves you right back." 

Vikram told her. Sonarika threw back a lovely smile at him before returning her attention to his cum filled balls. She proceeded to lick, suck and twirl her lovely tongue all around him driving him insane. Vikram couldn't help but pump his hips.

"You want to fuck my mouth don't you?" 

Sonarika purred with her mouth inches away from his cockhead. 

"Go ahead. You've earned it!" 

She said with a wink, making him want to fuck her mouth even more. She swallowed his cock once more, only this time Vikram was pumping his hips, using her mouth for his pleasure. Vikram fucked her mouth to his heart's content, making the sexiest moans to edge him ever closer to a bursting orgasm. He grabbed two fistfuls of her hair and continued to plow her mouth. Sonarika's tongue kept up, bobbing and weaving and sending waves of pleasures to course through him. As quickly as it had begun, it ended. Sonarika pulled her mouth that Vikram had grown incredibly fond of away from his cock that was very much still in need. She stood in front of him, looking as sexy in his silk shirt as she had last night in that dazzling wet saree.

"As much as I appreciate you letting me wear this." 

She said as she unbuttoned it and tossed it to the ground. 

"I think you'll appreciate this much more." 

She finished showing off her incredible body to him once more.

"That's 100% cotton" 

Vikram joked. Sonarika laughed as she settled on his lap. She grabbed his dick and aimed it at the entrance of her juicy cunt.

"I bet you this feels better than any cotton" 

She said as she lowered herself and took the head of his penis into her warm cunt.

"AHHH!" Vikram shouted. 

"You win the bet. What do you get?" Vikram asked looking at her pretty face.

"I got just what I want." 

WIth that she dropped her body down onto him taking the remainder of his cock deep into her. They both groaned in unison. Vikram let Sonarika set the pace as she fucked him slowly, almost leisurely. He grabbed her meaty ass cheeks in each of his hands and squeezed the lovely pair as he watched her big tits bounce up and down while she fucked him. 

"AHH, you fill me so good!" 

She said as she picked up the pace. Vikram took her nipple into his mouth and sucked hard, making Sonarika moan even louder. She wrapped her hands around his head and pressed him even deeper into her tits.

She kissed him hard. Her wicked tongue was hitting all of the places that would bring the most pleasure to him. Her pussy tightened around his cock and the beautiful woman was bucking wildly in his lap. Vikram fucked her pussy, exciting the best of them and driving them closer to their mutual orgasm.

Sonarika pulled off of Vikram's cock once more, this time he nearly whimpered. Her cunt was so warm and tight, leaving her was the last thing he wanted to do. She saw his distress and smiled at him before turning around and displaying that fantastic ass of hers to his field of vision. She once again lowered her pussy onto his cock, giving him what he had been begging for. Sonarika was now quickly raising and lowering her cunt onto him at a rapid fire pace. Vikram wrapped his arms around her and pulled on her nipples, provoking a cry of pleasure from her.

"AHHHHHH!! VICKY!!! AHHHH!!!!" 

Sonarika screamed as her hips pumped and grinded all over his cock, practically using him for her pleasure. Vikram was thoroughly enjoying the fucking and wished it wouldn't end. 

"AHHHH! VICKY! I am close! AHH!!!" 

Sonarika moaned. Vikram slammed his hips back into her as hard as he possibly could, wanting to drive her further to an orgasm. He dug his fingers into her hips and fucked her for all he was worth. 

"VICKY! AHHH VICKY! YES, YES, YES, YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSs" 

She screamed as her body was wracked by a body cracking orgasm. 

"Oh god! I AM THERE!!!!" She moaned as her body relaxed.

"Well that's the whole idea isn't it?" Vikram joked, enjoying the feel of her pussy around his cock.

"Now it's your turn." 

She told him before grabbing the railing of the gallery in front of her and returned her attention to fucking the hell out of him. Vikram moaned and leaned back into his chair, enjoying the feel of Sonarika's body as she switched all of her attention to bringing him to a ridiculous orgasm. He could feel the cum preparing to launch itself into Sonarika.

"OHHHH, I'm cumming Soni, I'm cumming" 

Vikram warned her before her cunt was flooded with his seed. 

"Take it you wonderful woman!!! Take my Love and Energy!!!!!" 

Vikram told her as his cock continued to pump gallon after gallon of warm, white cream into her. 

"MY LOVE TAKE IT ALL!!!!" Vikram screamed as he finally felt his orgasm end. 

Vikram could practically feel his body release all of the tension he had pent up for months. Sonarika leaned back against him and they both simply took deep breaths. 

"You're fantastic" he was finally able to say.

"You're not so bad yourself" Sonarika confessed.

"Shower?" he asked her. 

She smiled and nodded. They kissed before heading back to the bathroom.

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