Page 89 of Substitute Bride

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, threaded her 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 the company'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 looked out 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.

"I want to tell you something I've kept secret for years. I am the man behind V International. I am its silent creator, its silent protector, and its secret CEO."

Many others in the room looked shocked and gasped as they heard it. Because he is the face behind DHANRAJ INDUSTRIES, now V internationals. He continues.

"I stayed behind the curtain not because I was afraid," he went on, "but because I wanted the work to speak louder than the name. I wanted this company to grow on values, not identity. And today, I don't want to stay in the shadows anymore."

His attention moved to Jhankar, and his face softened as he reached for her hand and held it gently. Then he spoke to everyone.

"And now," he said, his voice full of feeling, "I give my life's work, my dream—V International—to the only person I know who really knows what it means to build something with heart.

Someone who loves this company not for what it gives, but for what it stands for.

The only one who respects the sweat, sacrifice, and soul behind every brick of this empire. "

He turned to her with respect in his eyes and said,

"My wife, Jhankar."

Jhankar is completely shocked; this is something she never thought would happen.

She had hoped that everyone would learn the truth that Vikrant was the man behind the success of this company, the man who gave his heart and soul to build it while staying in the shadows.

But she never thought Vikrant would go so far as to give her the whole company.

She knows that Vikrant always says everything he owns is hers, but she never wanted to take on such a big job so soon.

Running a whole company is a huge responsibility.

Her mind starts to race, and without wasting any time, she quickly turns off the microphone and turns to Vikrant, trying to get him to understand why she's hesitating.

"Vikrant, I never wanted this. I want to show everyone who is behind the success."

Vikrant looks her in the eye and talks softly, with love and assurance in his voice.

"I know you never wanted any of this. But I also know that you love it even more than I do.

That's why I'm sure you'll take this company farther than I ever could.

This company is like a child to me, a child that I've raised and watched grow every day.

I know, with my heart, that you're the only one who can take care of it the way it deserves. "

Jhankar's voice shakes as she answers, and her dread starts to show.

"Vikrant... but I'm afraid of this duty."

Vikrant leans in closer and smiles softly, his voice steady.

"Fear? That word doesn't mean anything to us, Jhankar. There's nothing we need to be afraid of when we're together."

Their eyes lock—his filled with reassurance, hers slowly shedding doubt.

In that moment, looking into Vikrant’s unwavering gaze, Jhankar feels a gentle warmth settle over her.

She knows deep down that, no matter what lies ahead, Vikrant will be by her side through every step, every storm.

That thought alone is enough to bring a soft, hopeful smile to her lips.

The crowd was silent at first, but then they erupted into applause as Jhankar took a step forward, clearly moved closer to him with determination and responsibility.

Vikrant gave her a symbolic key to the CEO's office, which was a sign of legacy and leadership.

Jhankar looked at him and said, her voice shaking but clear.

"I don't see this as a gift, Vikrant. I see it as a duty, a promise to honor everything you built with your vision. Together, we will carry on this legacy, not just with strategy but with soul."

The employees cheered, and many of them were moved by the occasion.

The dream of one man was now in the hands of the love of his life, and the future of V International had never looked better.

Jhankar's eyes are full of tears, and she feels a mix of shock, love, fear, pride, and a deep sense of responsibility.

Her heart feels heavy but full. At the same time, Vikrant's face is lit up with a calm, unwavering smile, a smile that comes from deep trust and belief in her.

Without wasting a moment, Vikrant steps forward and wraps her tightly in his arms, holding her close as if silently promising that he will always be right beside her.

His embrace becomes a shelter, a reassurance, and a quiet victory.

As the two stand together in that touching moment, the hall erupts once again in a loud wave of applause.

The sound of clapping fills the space, louder and prouder than ever before, celebrating not just a change in leadership but also an emotion of trust, love, and legacy that has been passed from one heart to another.