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The month has been quite rough for Rudraveer. His sources informed him about a certain foul play in his empire, for which he had to urgently leave for Singapore. Out of all the sectors of RVS, arms and ammunitions is one, a part of which is legal, and another illegal. Now, the issue has come up surrounding both of them. Someone has reportedly informed the police about the illegal business of the RVS. Although his team has handled most of it. Rudraveer had to meet the officials in person and settle matters by himself. And then, he had to settle matters with the dear friend of his who caused him to travel all the way.

Well, that woman, was secretly deported to India, and is currently held captive in his secret basement, the one that smells everything like hell. She is being dealt with his trained and trusted women, and they are doing a perfect job, as per their boss' instructions.

First thing first, a MMS of her fucking her boss and his son is being sent to her husband with a message that she won't ever return. Her perfectly manicured nails are sent to his rivals as a token of appreciation, to have the guts of trying to double cross him. The women under him, were mostly sadists, he has specially selected them, and if not sadists, he made sure they are women who have been wronged all their life, so much so that, now their feelings doesn't come in between their duty. And hell, he's never wrong in his decision, those ladies were doing well in their jobs.

The woman, apparently named, Natalie, was naked and layed flat on a flat bed of ice. Her lips occasionally let to be bitten by the poisonous Scorpios, and were instantly treated. He gave her death and instantly pulled her back. This was his favourite thing.

He even did this to his wife, when she wasn't his wife. Although he couldn't, because his stupid heart picked up speed on watching her dance, and then dropped it's speed on watching her dance on glass, that he himself layed, causing her feet to bleed. A dancing Ananya is no less than a nymph, she anyways is one, but, when she dances, when her hands move, when little folds come on her back as a result of the dance steps, it makes any sane human go insane. He himself did, when he saw her for the first time teaching dance to the daughters of the prostitues in Laal Batti Road (imaginary), where he went to donate some amount of his white money for the education of the kids, and then convert his black money to white. She was teaching them Silsila yeh chahat ka, and unknowingly became his chahat. Although he wasn't aware that she is the same person who stayed with him in the disguise of a man keeping track of all this activities. Ah! his Sukoon, his Sherni, it's been days since he got her warmth. His eyes held bags, since he couldn't feel her hands around him, hugging him to sleep. He had become a bolster for her and he served being one happily.

He was staying in his penthouse in this office premises due to all this mishap, that has affected his overall business, while Ananya had her exams, vivas and presentation going on. He wanted to be with her but sadly couldn't.

Although it wasn't difficult for him to bring it back to his original state. The mishap only benefited his business, as his innocence was proved and media simply needed a little masala to smooth make few edits of Rudraveer crying and making plea to his rivals to leave his business and focus on theirs, while his rivals were made to look like devils with red horns on their head. Media definately is a funny thing, his team had a good laugh at the edit.

He just wanted to wrap up all the work and go to his Sukoon, his jaana, and sleep in her embrace, have food cooked by her, suck her breasts and milk them, lick her p*ssy, and make her cum for him. He was hard thinking about him. She always managed to do that. He didn't masturbate much, heck he didn't have the time to breath, let alone get horny and masturbate. But, then he saw a girl dancing her heart out in the darbar of the brothel, teaching the kids.

His trance broke upon been called by his P.A, informing about the arrival of his car, and in the busy schedule of the day he forgot about her. Late at night, after wrapping up his work he went to his penthouse and got under the shower.