Samyukta's POV

Things are going pretty smooth. We've opened up quite a lot to each other. We kiss and hug whenever we can. Of course, our nights end with cuddlings. 

A few days ago he took me to date at a Michelin restaurant. We danced, ate and talked a lot. He had booked the entire restaurant for both of us. He had even gifted me a beautiful burgundy off shoulder dress to wear on the dinner. 

We had so much fun in each others company. We ended the night kissing. We haven't yet taken the next step but we get along so much. He doesn't really talk much in public but when just the two of us are present he talks so much. 

On the date night, things did escalate a little, to be honest. 

MATURE CONTENT AHEAD

When we're coming back, he suddenly stopped the car in between the road. It was pretty late so the streets were empty. 

When I turned my face from the window to him confused by his sudden pull over, I was met with a rough kiss. He had cupped my face in his both hands. I saw the need in his eyes. 

His kiss was arousing me so I kissed him back. My hands travelled all over his back and then to his head, fisting handful of his hair in both of my palms. His hands had long ago left my cheeks and were running to and fro on my sideline, his left hand travelling at the side of my left breast. I understood he was hesitating whether to keep his hand on my breasts. I lifted his hand from my waist and placed it on my left bosom. He stopped kissing for sometimes in shock and then resumed kissing, this time he circled his index finger around my hard nipple. I was wet down there. He then took my nipple in between his thumb and index finger and pinched it.

"Ahhh!" I moaned loudly. 

The pinching send a pleasurable pain to me making me more aroused. His lips were now travelling all over my neck, shoulder and cleavage. He kept biting me all over there marking me as his. I was drowning in this pleasurable pain.

Suddenly, his phone rang, abruptly pulling us out of our intense session. The unexpected disturbance visibly irritated both of us. He swiftly answered the call, and as he listened, a subtle shift crossed his face, hardening his expression.

"I'm coming," he declared, ending the call.

"I've got to go to the office. Something came up. I might be late. Don't wait for me," he informed me, his eyes conveying the weight of the situation. I nodded understandingly, the pressures he was currently navigating, especially with the launch was causing him huge stress yet he chose to take me on a date. 

He dropped me off inside the mansion, and before he left, I planted a quick peck on his cheeks. As I heard the engine fade into the distance, I sighed, realizing that our moment had been cut short by unforeseen work demands.

Entering our room, I headed straight to the closet, exchanging my elegant attire for a comfortable bathrobe. I sat in front of the mirror to remove my makeup, only to discover a hickey adorning my neck and collarbone. Panic set in me. God! Tomorrow I've duty! How'll I hide these!!!

I decided to deal with it in the morning by using a concealer to mask it before starting my day. The memory of today's make-out session suddenly flooded my mind, and an intense blush colored my cheeks. Despite the unexpected turn of events, I couldn't help but smile like an idiot.

After a refreshing shower, I returned to the bedroom, ready to put the day behind me. With a swift motion, I turned off the lights, enveloping the room in a serene darkness. The softness of the bed welcomed me, and I eased into its comfort. With a contented smile, I embraced the warmth of our time together, allowing it to linger in my thoughts as I drifted into a peaceful slumber.

Abhimanyu's POV

I arrived at our office building, swiftly making my way to the private elevator. With a few taps on the keypad, I punched in the codes for the fifty-first floor. The fifty-first to the fifty-fourth floor housed the clandestine operations of the RCI, Rathore-Chauhan Imperium. This hidden section was a well-guarded secret within the building, ensuring restricted access to outsiders.

Above this covert domain, at the fifty-fifth floor, lay my penthouse. The architectural stratagem of placing the RCI headquarters just below my personal space overlooking the bustling city below. 

I headed straight to the Cyber Operations Wing, the nerve center of hacking and tracing within the Rathore-Chauhan Imperium. Stepping into Vikram's chamber, I was enveloped by darkness, illuminated only by the glow of numerous LED and neon screens. The air crackled with the constant hum of advanced technology, a symphony of digital prowess that echoed the clandestine activities of our organization.

Vikram, surrounded by the eerie light of the digital displays, acknowledged my presence with a nod.

"Come here." he said and I settled myself on the chair beside him. 

"Any luck with tracing that fucker?" I asked Vikram.

"It's not that simple. This guy is good, I mean really good. It's like trying to catch a shadow in the dark web." He said sighing. 

"What's making it so difficult?" I asked frustrated as I ran my fingers through my hair.

"Well, first off, they have layered their digital footprint with multiple proxies and encrypted connections. It's like trying to navigate through a maze blindfolded. And to make matters worse, they're constantly changing their route." He explained.

"So, what's our next move?" I asked nodding.

"We keep trying, of course. Whoever this is, they've invested time and resources into staying off the grid. It's going to take time, and patience to crack into their system without alerting them." He replied.

"You've dealt with tough targets before. You'll figure this one out too."

"Absolutely. But rushing into it could jeopardize the entire operation. The more we push, the higher the risk of tipping them off. We're walking a fine line here." He replied smirking. 

"So, patience is key," I replied with a sigh.

"Yup. Don't worry. Keep me updated whenever he's testing you, okay?" Vikram reassured, his eyes fixed on the screen as he continued to navigate the intricate maze of code.

"Of course." I replied and left.

The mysterious messenger who initially tested me on our first night seemed like someone playing a game. Soon after, our wedding photos showed up online, it was obvious that some random person was messing with us. Even though Vikram tried to find out who did it, I chose to ignore it.

However, just when I thought the issue had settled, the anonymous messenger resurfaced yesterday.

Anonymous User: So, how's my doll? Are you fucking her right or you want me to teach you? Yesterday, I saw her at the Shiv Mandir in a blue saree. I became hard instantly. Uff!!! I can't wait to touch her. Might as well do that in front of you. But she isn't my first target. You're. You've snatched away everything that I deserve and now I'll snatch away your little trophy- that bitch. 

Me: You're digging your own grave. 

Anonymous User: And, you've already dug yours. 

Me: Stop stalking her like a coward and come to me if you've guts.

Anonymous User: Patience Abhimanyu, patience. Wait, lemme ease you up.

Anonymous User: See, my bitch looked so mouth- watering yesterday. I had to fight myself a lot to refrain from pulling the string of her blouse. 

Me: Don't you dare to even think about it. I will rip your brain out of your skull and feed it to the dogs.

Anonymous User: Good luck with that. Bye!

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After meeting Vikram, I arrived home and headed straight to our room. Samyukta was peacefully asleep. Approaching her, I gently brushed off the strands of hair from her face. That bastard won't lay a finger on my Samyukta. I won't allow it. He'll face the consequences of his actions.

Changing into more comfortable attire, I joined her in bed. She sensed my presence and moved closer. Resting her head on my bicep, near my chest, she cuddled up to me. There's an indescribable peace that comes with sleeping beside her. 

Samyukta, I'm addicted to you. I embraced her, and drifted off to sleep.

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