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After all the wedding rituals are over, Vikrant and Jhankar go into their room together. Jhankar starts to smile softly because she knows Vikrant very well. He thinks flowers are a mess-maker, so she is sure he wouldn't have put any real flowers in the room. She doesn't expect any kind of decoration in the room. But when she opens the door, she is surprised. Her eyes widen in surprise as she steps inside and turns around to lookat Vikrant, who is standing right behind her with a soft smile, quietly closing the door behind them.

Jhankar's eyes start to fill with tears. Vikrant hasn't used real flowers, but he has done something even more thoughtful: he has decorated the room with flowers made of fabric. The whole room looks magical. The design is gentle and elegant. Ribbons hang from the ceiling like delicate threads of memory, and each ribbon has a picture attached to it, each one holding a precious moment from their shared moments. It's as if the room itself is telling the story of their love. Jhankar walks slowly around the room, her eyes taking in every frame, and her fingers gently brushing over the photos as she tries hard not to cry.

Each picture brings back a wave of emotion, reminding her of how far they've come. Just then, Vikrant wraps his arms around her from behind, pulls her gently into his embrace, and kisses her forehead.

"How do you like it?"

He asks softly, with a kind voice. Jhankar turns slightly toward him, and her voice trembles with emotion.

"You always find a way to surprise me. How do you take such good care of all these memories? I wasn't even aware you had taken that many images…”

Vikrant smiles and says in a soft, sincere voice.

"Whenever I can, I try to keep these memories alive because they are now my most valuable possessions."

Vikrant doesn't say anything else; instead, he gently lifts her in his arms and carries her slowly toward the bed, looking deep into her eyes. Jhankar smiles softly and starts to unbutton his shirt, his fingers trembling slightly with affection. He gently sitsher down on the edge of the bed and kneels at her feet. With the utmost care, he takes off the anklet from her foot and kisses it. Looking up into her eyes, he says with unwavering love.

"I love you more than words can say with every breath I take. It's almost too much for me to be away from you, even for a second."

Jhankar looks into his eyes and feels how deeply he cares about her. She slowly leans forward and brings her lips close to his face. She kisses him on the forehead and then softly brushes her lips over his eyes. Her lips slowly move down to his, and her breath is warm against his skin as she kisses him softly. She whispers something that sounds more like a vow.

"Then don't ever leave me... not even for a second."

They held each other tightly in their arms and kissed with a passion that showed how much they missed each other. Their lips touched, kissing each other urgently with their eyes closed and hearts racing. Slowly, everything that had once been a barrier between them began to melt away, slipping off their bodies like unnecessary layers. One by one, the physical and emotional barriers faded, and soon, both of their bodies were wrapped around each other on the bed in an intimate, passionate embrace.

Unable to control his desire, Vikrant began kissing her intensely. He poured all his love into kissing her. While nibbling her soft, delicate skin, he began to suck on the areola while his fingers gently yet purposefully caressed the second one with unwavering focus. He gave the same attention to her other nipple, and it began to harden. His fingers moved in slow, deliberate patterns, circles, strokes, and gentle pinches, sending wave after wave of shivers through her body and making her tremble under his touch. The sensation was electric, primal, and deeply personal. Jhankar, in response to his intensity, threadedher fingers through his hair, gripping it tightly as her other hand clawed at his back. Her nails etched delicate yet distinct marks on his skin, bearing witness to the profound pleasure she was experiencing.

The sensations Vikrant was creating inside her were almost unbearable, so overwhelming that her body arched toward his in a desperate attempt to close every inch of distance between them. His body rubbed against hers with an urgency that created a heat so fierce, so consuming, that she could feel herself losing every shred of control. After giving her twin full attention that made her quiver, Vikrant slowly began moving downward, trailing kisses across her stomach with a tenderness that contrasted the fire within. His mouth explored her soft skin, his fingers traced every contour, every curve, as if mapping her soul through touch. He looked into her eyes and placed his lips very cautiously on her princess part. His tongue start it's magic.

"Ahhh… Vikrant…"

"Enjoy love…."

With every deliberate movement, whether with his mouth or fingers, he was taking her to new heights of ecstasy. Her body writhed beneath him, trying to keep up with the storm of sensation he was building inside her. Jhankar held the bedsheet tightly in her fists as if it were the only thing keeping her grounded. Her breathing had become deep and uneven, and heavy gasps were coming from her lips as her chest rose and fell with each new wave of pleasure.

Vikrant, lost in the moment, gently but firmly placed her legs on his shoulders and continued to worship her body with all of his attention. His hands held her thighs with reverence, and his focus remained solely on making her lose herself completely in the whirlwind of sensation he was determined to create.Her eyes are rolling in pleasure, and she feels a strong shiver. Jhankar takes a deep breath, as if gathering herself just to look at him, who is now smiling and gently leaning in closer to her face. Without breaking eye contact, he slowly slides his length inside her, kissing her tenderly as he does so.

Jhankar instinctively holds her breath for a moment, as though, no matter how many times they have come close in this way, her body still hasn’t grown accustomed to his size. Wrapping her arms tightly around him, she seems to writhe with a mix of passion and intensity in his embrace, her body trembling beneath his touch. Vikrant begins to move slowly, his rhythm gentle but intentional, each movement speaking volumes of the desire simmering between them. Jhankar cups his face with both hands and pulls him into a deep, urgent kiss, her lips pressing against his as if trying to merge their souls in that moment of raw intimacy.

"I love you so much…"

"Love you till eternity…."

Their breaths mix, and the air is full of love, feelings, and promises that haven't been spoken. In that moment, it's not just about being close physically; it's also about the emotional closeness they've built over time, which has been sealed with respect, strengthened by trials, and now shown through quiet gestures of love and tender silence.

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The grand conference hall of V International buzzed with excitement. With their eyes fixed on the stage, employees whispered to each other, anticipating an important announcement. The large screen behind the podium flashed thecompany's emblem, glowing with pride and legacy. Everyone is very happy today because they know their secret CEO is coming.

Suddenly, the crowd quieted down as Vikrant stepped onto the stage. He was calm but commanding. He wasn't wearing his usual disguise of anonymity today; instead, he stood tall, composed, and unapologetically proud. Jhankar walked beside him, dressed elegantly, her confidence shining through but still humble. Everyone was very surprised, and silent gossip started with their gestures.

Some of the company's senior employees, the few trusted people through whom Vikrant had been able to keep his secret identity while running the business well, now step forward. They smile warmly and turn to the group of employees sitting in the grand hall. One of them, speaking for the group, speaks with calm authority and a heartfelt tone.

"As most of you already know, there is an exceptional reason why we are all here today. Many of you have already started to put together some of the truth, but there are still some important truths that need to be told to you right here and right now."

He stops for a moment and looks fondly at Vikrant, who is standing a short distance away. The man smiles, and then everyone follows his gaze as Vikrant, with a soft smile on his face, stands up gracefully. Vikrant then reaches out and gently holds Jhankar's hand, as if drawing strength from her presence. Together, they walk toward the podium with quiet confidence, now standing at the very front of the stage, facing the people who had unknowingly been part of a larger story all along.

The vibe in the room changes, and respect, wonder, and a sense of something amazing permeate the area. Despite the passage of time, this moment feels fresh, as each step they take together becomes a part of history. Vikrant took a deep breath and lookedout at the whole hall full of people who had been wondering for a long time what the unseen power was that made the company so successful. He started with a steady voice.