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He begins to thrust softly, leaving no room for any objections. He already knows she enjoy their makeout time. Her nipples harden, and she feels an intense heat. Her eyes roll back, and she digs her nails in deeply.

“Vikrant….”

Vikrant kisses her forehead once more and thrusts. After a beautiful morning makeout, he keeps kissing her like he is kissing her for the first time, finally lets go of her hands, curling up beside her, and tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. She pouted and said,.

“You are very bad…”

“But you still love me,” he says softly.

Jhankar rests her head on his shoulder, pulling the blanket over both of them. “Too much,” she whispers.

They lie there in silence for a few more moments, wrapped in warmth, hearts beating in perfect rhythm just like a man who’s learning to be vulnerable and a woman who’s become his entire world.

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Jhankar, smiling brightly, is trying to call Vikrant because today she has successfully cracked her first individual project deal. She's overjoyed. She immediately called Raghunath to share the news and take his blessings, and now, without wasting a second, she's trying to call Vikrant. But Vikrant, who always answers her call on the very first ring, is not picking up. Despite multiple rings, he still doesn’t answer. This unusual silence is making her extremely anxious.

"Vikrant…"

She dials again, but even this time, he doesn’t pick up. This has never happened before. Panic begins to take over. She rushes out of the office. As always, the car is parked right in front. She quickly scans the vehicle, trying to spot Vikrant, but he’s not there. Normally, whenever Vikrant is free, he makes it a point to come pick her up. But today, he’s not here. That confirms itfor her: something is definitely wrong. Otherwise, he would have picked up her call. As she settles into the car, she quickly turns to the driver and asks,

“Are you coming from the office right now? Where is Vikrant sir?”

“Madam, sir is not at the office. In fact, his assistant called me and asked me to come pick you up. They've gone for some very important work.”

Hearing this, Jhankar immediately tries calling Vikrant again. Somewhere deep down, she now feels certain that he has gone for a mafia-related deal, and the very thought terrifies her. When Vikrant doesn’t pick up the third time either, she is completely shaken, almost gripped by fear of something terrible happening. She hides her face in both her hands and starts thinking in deep worry. The happiness of having cracked a new deal and the excitement she once felt have completely vanished. Now, she’s only concerned about Vikrant. She quickly turns to the driver and says,

“Take me to the Dhanraj office. I’ll wait for him there. I’ll message him right now, letting him know I’m waiting in his cabin.”

“Okay, ma'am…”

Jhankar sends Vikrant a message, but her heart is pounding; her worry for Vikrant’s safety has overtaken every other thought. She isn’t in any condition to think clearly. Her eyes keep darting to her watch and phone again and again. Nothing feels right. She notices that the traffic is particularly heavy today. Her eyes stay fixed on the congested road ahead. Meanwhile, the bodyguard sitting beside her glances back, one of their security vehicles, which always travels with them, is now stuck far behind becauseof the traffic. Their current vehicle has moved too far ahead. He immediately calls his teammate in the other car.

“The traffic is really bad, and the vehicles are moving at intervals of two minutes. As soon as our car breaks through, I’ll move ahead a bit and wait. Join us as soon as you can; otherwise, sir will not leave anyone today.”

Jhankar overhears everything. But her worry for Vikrant overrides everything else. She snatches the phone from the bodyguard and says firmly,

“We're going to Dhanraj Industries. You know the route. We’ll move ahead from here; we’re not stopping anywhere. You all catch up later on your own.”

The bodyguard looks at her in concern. Understanding his hesitation, she adds with determination:

“Look, I don’t want to hear anything right now. I know one thing: I need to meet Vikrant right now. I know he won’t be at the office, but I might be able to get some useful information from there. That’s why we’re heading straight there. Whatever I need to say to Vikrant, however I need to handle him—I’ll deal with it. I promise he won't be angry at anyone if I clear the situation, but if I notify him that you all didn't listen to my order, then think wisely about what he will do with you all. That much I know for sure.”

The bodyguard, all the while keeping an eye on the road, tries to reason with her:

“Ma’am, it won’t take long. We just need to wait five minutes, no more. The others are just a little behind us. It’ll be safer if we stay together… you…”

He’s still in the middle of his sentence when suddenly, a bullet shatters the window and pierces his skull. It all happens before Jhankar can even process what’s going on. And then before she can react, the same thing happens to the driver. There’s no sound, no warning. All Jhankar knows is that two men suddenly emerge from the nearby vehicles, and everything spirals out of control. Within seconds, the car doors are wrenched open, and one of the men looks inside, smiling evilly.

~~~~~

Vikrant stood at the port, waiting for the consignment of guns. He had been eagerly anticipating this particular shipment because it was a high-stakes deal, one that could define the future of his empire. The sea breeze blew against his face, but his mind was focused only on the incoming cargo. The cargo wasn’t just any consignment; it was personal, vital, and heavily guarded. Akhil, scanning through the detailed documents in his hand, approached Vikrant and spoke with precision.

“Sir, just as you instructed, the consignment will be split into five separate parts before being transported from here. This way, no one will be able to track it easily or catch us without a struggle.”

“Good…” Vikrant replied with a slight nod.

He kept his sharp eyes fixed on the horizon, where the silhouette of a ship slowly emerged through the evening fog. He knew very well how critically this shipment had been organized meticulously, discreetly, and under heavy security. His hawk-like eyes scanned the surroundings with enormous precision, catching every subtle movement. He leaned slightly toward Akhil and whispered.