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"Ahhhmmmmm." She moaned as her head went back and she shut her eyes.

He drove into her with an urgent, fevered intensity, each thrust releasing his pent-up frustrations. His fingers tangled around her hair, pulling her back to meet his rhythm, as a restoring force. His eyes, narrowed with intense focus, reflected the voracious hunger that fueled his every thrust.

Rekha's head fell back, the sharp sting of pain mingling with waves of pleasure that coursed through her body. Tears streamed down her cheeks, but a sly, defiant smile played on her parted lips.

"Haahhh." 

A hoarse cry of pleasure escaped her as he maintained his relentless pace, offering no mercy.

Their skin clapped against each other in a rhythm. The sound of their flesh meeting echoed through the cabin, accompanied by their fervent moans and groans.

Despite the strain on her trembling knees, the position allowed him to dominate her entirely, leaving her breathless and surrendered.

With one final, powerful thrust, they both reached their peak. She cried out, her body arching against him as a shattering wave of pleasure coursed through her. He followed, a deep, guttural groan escaping his lips as he found his release.

For a moment, they remained locked together, their bodies trembling in the aftermath.

Exhausted and spent, he collapsed on the opposite couch, his breaths coming in ragged gasps.

"You've been taking your pills, right?" he asked, fastening his dress pants.

Rekha, who had collapsed on the couch, turned around after catching her breath. Laying sideways she propped herself up on one elbow, a wicked smile played on her lips as she bit her lower lip.

"Hmm..." she replied, her voice dripping with disdain. Who wants a child from a fucked-up person like you?

"You're feeling good now?" she asked, tucking a few strands of hair behind her ear.

"Yes. Thank you," he replied, buttoning his shirt without looking at her.

A devilish twinkle appeared in her eyes. She slowly traced her right leg with her left, positioning it to create a teasing view of her dripping womanhood.

"Another round?" Her voice dripped with seduction.

"Get me the files of the Finance Department and schedule a meeting with them after lunch." He said while advancing to his desk and settling himself there.

Disappointment was clearly visible on her face, but she didn't waste any time. She quickly clothed herself, then left the room without a backward glance though limping a bit.

...

It was late evening, and the office was cloaked in an eerie silence. The staff had long since called it a day, but Yashvardhan Thakur remained. The room was dimly lit, casting long shadows on the walls adorned with framed photos of his father and Aradhya. Their faces seemed to watch him, their eyes hauntingly alive in the flickering light.

He stood before the photos, his face a mask of helplessness. His fists clenched and unclenched at his sides, a physical manifestation of the turmoil within him.

"I know you both died because of Maa. I know what she did to you... to both of you." 

His voice trembled as he spoke to the photos, the weight of his grief and anger making each word a struggle.

He reached out, his fingers brushing against the frame of his father's photo. His touch was gentle, lingering on the glass as if hoping to feel some warmth from the image.

"And now, another person is falling into her trap. How can I save her? How can I stop this from happening again, Baba?" His voice broke, a whisper of desperation slipping through.

Yashvardhan turned away from the photos, pacing the room with restless energy. His mind was a storm of thoughts, each one crashing into the next, leaving him disoriented and afraid. He stopped at his desk, gripping its edge so tightly his knuckles turned white.

"If I care for her, she'll die too. Just like Aradhya. I can't... I can't let that happen," he whispered to himself.

He slumped into his chair, burying his face in his hands. The weight of his mother's actions pressed down on him, suffocating him, relentless in its oppression.

"I can't love anyone. I can't let myself feel that way again. For her sake, for their sake, I have to keep my distance," he muttered, the resolve in his voice wavering.

"I won't let our relationship grow. I won't let her fall into that trap. It's the only way to protect her."

The room fell silent, the only sound the ticking of a clock, each tick a reminder of time slipping away. Yash sat there, staring at the photos on the wall, feeling the ghosts of his past weighing heavily on his present.

...

In the Thakur Mansion

Rekha approached the grand villa, the moonlight casting eerie shadows on its imposing walls. The atmosphere was tense, the air heavy with an unsettling stillness that seemed to seep into her bones. She hesitated at the entrance, a sense of foreboding creeping over her, but she took a deep breath and stepped inside.

The interior was dimly lit, with only a few flickering candles casting long, wavering shadows that danced eerily on the walls. She moved cautiously through the hallways, her footsteps echoing off the cold marble floors. Each step seemed to amplify her anxiety. She reached a heavy wooden door and paused, her hand hovering over the handle. Summoning her courage, she pushed it open.

She stepped into a smoky room, the air thick with a strange, pungent odor that stung her nostrils. The smoke swirled around her, making it difficult to see clearly. She squinted, trying to make out shapes in the haze, her heart pounding in her chest like a drum.

"Sadhna Ma'am?" 

Rekha's voice trembled, sounding small and uncertain in the oppressive silence.

She took a few hesitant steps forward, her eyes darting around the room, searching for any sign of life. The smoke seemed to thicken, curling around her like tendrils, and a chill ran down her spine.

Suddenly, she heard a soft, almost inaudible whisper. She spun around, her eyes wide with fear.

"Who's there?" Rekha's voice was panicked, her breath quickening.

The whispering grew louder, a chorus of indistinct voices filling the room. Rekha's breath quickened, and she felt a cold sweat break out on her forehead. She backed away, bumping into a table, causing a candle to topple and extinguish, plunging part of the room into darkness.

Her heart raced as she frantically looked around, trying to find an escape. Just as she turned toward the door, a shadowy figure emerged from the smoke, blocking her path. The figure remained obscured by the haze, but its presence was unmistakable.

"Ma'am... where are you?" Rekha whispered a little louder, terrified.

The shadowy figure took a step closer, the whispers now a deafening cacophony. Rekha felt trapped, her fear mounting with each passing second.

Rekha's eyes widened in terror as the figure loomed closer, the smoke enveloping her completely. The atmosphere seemed to close in, the darkness swallowing her cries for help.

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