The Business of Hearts

Chapter-2 A Pact with Temptation

Author's POV 

In the windswept outskirts of Delhi, the farmhouse stood isolated amidst sprawling fields, bearing witness to a secret passion that dared to defy boundaries. 

Their bodies intertwined, their breaths mingled in a rhythmic dance of pleasure. As Ahaan thrust deeply within her, his voice caressed her ears like a sultry whisper. "Sanjukta, you're so beautiful, so perfect..."

Sanjukta's heart pounded with forbidden longing. She knew she was playing with fire, but the allure of Ahaan's touch proved irresistible. Despite the guilt that gnawed at her, she chose to surrender to the moment, carried away by the whirlwind of her own emotions.

Ahaan had long harbored feelings for his best friend, Eesha. Driven by a mixture of desire and desperation, he had entered into this friends-with-benefits arrangement with Sanjukta, a pact that would remain a secret from the outside world.

Their encounter had begun a year ago at Sanjukta's birthday party, where alcohol had loosened their inhibitions. One stolen kiss had led to an unforgettable night, and since then, they had continued to indulge in moments of stolen passion.

As they reached the climax of their intimate embrace, Ahaan gently rested his head upon Sanjukta's chest, showering her with tender kisses. Suddenly, her phone chimed, shattering the intimate bubble they had created. The caller ID flashed the name of Priyank.

"Sana, can you join us for a get-together?" Priyank's voice crackled through the line. "Eesha and Kiara are here, and it would be great to see you and Ahaan as well... He's not answering my calls."

Before Sanjukta could respond, Ahaan's lips silenced hers, effectively cutting off the conversation. "Sanju.." he murmured against her ear, "Don't leave me now..."

A wave of guilt and longing washed over Sanjukta. She knew she had to be with Ahaan, if only to postpone the inevitable pain of separation. With trembling hands, she reached for her phone and declined Priyank's invitation.

"Sorry, Priyank, I can't make it.." she uttered, her voice barely above a whisper.

As the phone call ended, Ahaan's body melted back into hers, igniting a fire that burned with an unquenchable intensity. They continued to make love, their bodies moving in perfect harmony, their hearts beating as one.

Sanjukta couldn't help but reflect on the peculiar way Ahaan always used her nickname. To everyone else, she was Sana, but to him, she would always be Sanju, a testament to the intimacy they shared, a reminder of the stolen moments that had brought them together.

As they lay entwined, Ahaan's lips whispered against her skin, etching promises that she knew he couldn't keep. She realized that even in their illicit affair, she had fallen hopelessly in love, her heart yearning for something more than just physical gratification.

Sanjukta smiled bittersweetly. She had sacrificed her friendship for a man who would never truly love her, but in that moment, it felt like the right choice to make.

In a dimly lit room, Yuvaansh stood before the man who had betrayed his company, his demeanor steely and his eyes ablaze with fury. The atmosphere crackled with tension as he confronted the betrayer.

"You thought you could get away with it?" Yuvaansh's voice cut through the silence like a knife, his words dripping with restrained anger.

Without hesitation, he selected a knife from his torture kit, his movements swift and deliberate. With each precise cut, he inflicted pain upon the betrayer, his actions fueled by a desire for vengeance.

"This is for tampering with the files," he declared coldly, slicing into the betrayer's palm. The man's pleas fell on deaf ears as Yuvaansh continued his onslaught, each cut serving as a punishment for the betrayer's crimes.

As the betrayer's cries filled the air, Yuvaansh's resolve remained unshaken. With calculated precision, he administered his own brand of justice, leaving no room for mercy.