Mohabbat se Nafrat: The Revenge (Part 2)

"Sir, humare paas documents hain. Aapke ex-partner Raghav Verma ne diye hain. Aur ek whistleblower ne bhi confirm kiya hai. Story kal print ho rahi hai. Aapka side lena chahte the bas."

Main phone kaat diya. Haath kaanp rahe the. Raghav? Par uska toh case... maine toh socha tha...

Samiksha ko phone kiya. "Samiksha, emergency hai. Ghar aa jaldi."

Woh 30 minute mein aayi. Maine sab bataya.

"Ishaan, calm down. Main dekhti hoon."

Usne apne contacts use kiye. Par story ruk nahi paayi. Next morning, front page pe tha: "GreenSpace CEO Accused of Fraud, NGO Scam Links."

Meri zindagi tabah ho gayi. Investors ne calls kiye. Funding cancel. Company band hone ke kagaar pe.

Samiksha ne mujhe hug kiya. "Main hoon na. Fight karenge."

Par main jaanta tha. Yeh kisi ne plan kiya tha. Aur mujhe pata tha kaun.

Avani.

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Chapter 5: Passion Ke Raat

Raat bhar humne legal strategy banayi. Samiksha ne kaha, "Mujhe lagta hai yeh Avani ka kaam hai."

Main chup raha.

"Ishaan, tumhe pata hai?"

"Nahi," maine jhooth kaha.

"Lekin agar woh hai bhi... we'll handle it. Par Ishaan, I need to know everything. Koi secret nahi."

Maine usse sab bataya. Avani se milna, uski nafrat, Raghav ke saath uski possible alliance.

Samiksha ne kuch nahi kaha. Bas... bas usne mera haath pakda.

"Let's go to bed," she said. "Subah sochenge."

Bedroom mein, hum donon the. Tension thi. Stress tha. Aur... aur ek alag energy bhi.

Samiksha ne lights dim ki. "Ishaan, aaj bahut kuch hua. Tum stress mein ho."

"Ha," maine kaha.

"Main tumhe relax kar sakti hoon," she whispered, mere kaan mein.

Usne mera shirt utara. Maine... maine roka nahi. Usne mere chest pe kiss kiya. Slow, sensual kisses. Neck pe. Shoulders pe.

"Ishaan," she looked up at me, "tum mujhe chahate ho?"

Maine kuch nahi kaha. Usne mera belt khola. "It's okay. Bolne ki zaroorat nahi. I can feel it."

Woh night thi. Passionate, intense, but not crossing that final line. Humne explore kiya ek doosre ko. Deep kisses. Tongues dancing. Hands exploring. Usne mujhe touch kiya jahan pehle kisi ne nahi chhooa. Main... main uske curves ko feel kiya. Silk nightgown ke upar se, neeche se.

"I love you, Ishaan," she whispered, between kisses. "I love you so much."

Maine kuch nahi kaha. Par maine usse kiss kiya. Deep, passionate, almost desperate kiss. Jaise guilt ko bhoolna ho. Jaise bhoolna ho ki main kiska intezaar kar raha hoon.

Us raat hum close the. Bahut close. Par jab subah utha, toh Avani ka chehra sapne mein tha. Usne mujhe dekha tha, door se. Aur woh smile... woh scary smile.

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Chapter 6: Avani Ki Jeet - Pehla Round

Agle do hafte. Investigation chal raha tha. Police ne summon kiya. Samiksha ne bail dilwayi.

Par damage ho chuka tha. Meri reputation. Meri company. Sab khatam.

Ek din, office se ghar aaya toh Samiksha ke chehre pe tension thi.

"Kya hua?"

"Ishaan, Avani... usne press conference ki hai."

TV on kiya. Wahan thi woh. Beautiful. Deadly. White saree mein. Bilkul waisi hi jaise pehle thi. Par eyes... woh eyes mein kuch aur tha. Hatred.

"Ishaan Nair ne mere saath dhoka kiya," she said to media. "Usne meri trust todi. Aur ab main jaanti hoon ki usne NGO ke saath kya kiya. Mere paas proof hai."

Media ne uski baat maan li. Public ne maan li. Main villain ban gaya. Overnight.

Samiksha ne kaha, "Yeh personal attack hai. We'll sue."

"Kis baat ka?" maine kaha, tired. "Woh sach keh rahi hai. Maine usse dhoka diya."

"Ishaan!"

"Samiksha, sach hai! Maine usse cheat kiya. Uske saath rehke tumhe choose kiya. Woh nafrat karti hai mujhse. And she has every right to."

Samiksha ne mujhe hug kiya. "Toh hum yeh fix karenge. Together."

Par main jaanta tha. Avani ne pehla round jeet liya tha. Aur woh rukne wali nahi thi.

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Chapter 7: Ghar Ki Khushiyan

Samiksha ne kaha, "Let's get away. Bangalore se bahar. Thoda time chahiye humein."

Maine haan kaha. Goa gaye. Beach resort. Ek hafta.

Wahan... wahan hum sach mein couple lag rahe the. Samiksha ne bikinis pehni. Maine usse dekha. Woh beautiful thi. Confident. Sexy in a classy way.

Beach pe, usne kaha, "Ishaan, yahan koi tension nahi. Sirf hum."

Usne mujhe kiss kiya. Public mein. Passionate. Deep. Hamari tongues milin. Salt air mein. Maine usse apni baahon mein liya. Woh chhoti si, intimate moment.

Raat ko, room mein. Wine thi. Music tha. Aur hum.

"Ishaan," she said, sitting on my lap, "I want to make love to you. Tonight."

Maine uski aankhon mein dekha. Woh ready thi. Main bhi. Guilt abhi bhi tha, par daba hua tha.

Usne apna top utara. Main... main usse dekhta raha. Beautiful. Perfect.

"Ishaan," she whispered, "Kiss me. Everywhere."

Maine kiya. Neck se shuru kiya. Slow kisses. Phir collarbone. Phir... aur neeche. Usne moan kiya. Soft, sexy sound.

Woh night... woh night passionate thi. Deep kisses. Tongues exploring not just mouths, but bodies. Hands everywhere. Skin against skin. Hot, sweaty, intimate. Hum donon ne climax tak pahuncha. Saath mein.

Par jab woh so gayi, main balcony mein aaya. Ocean ki awaaz. Aur main soch raha tha... yeh sahi hai? Kyunki jab bhi main close aata hoon Samiksha ke, Avani ki yaad aati hai. Uske saath closeness alag thi. Emotional. Pure. Yeh... yeh physical hai. Beautiful, par different.

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Chapter 8: Wapas Bangalore - The Trap

Bangalore wapas aaye toh aur bura haal tha. Mere ghar pe notice laga tha. Flat eviction. Company bankrupt ho gayi thi.

Samiksha ne kaha, "Tum mere saath reh lo. Permanently."

Maine kuch nahi kaha. Bas chup chap uske saath uske apartment shift ho gaya.

Wahan, hum ek proper couple ki tarah rehne lage. Morning kisses. Night mein passionate moments. Samiksha ne mera wardrobe manage kiya. Mera schedule. Sab.

"Ishaan," ek din usne kaha, "I want to take this further. Marriage?"

Main shock mein tha. "Samiksha, abhi..."