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The party for Darshik's arrival was lavish , a gathering of the city's elite that sparkled with laughter and the clinking of champagne glasses. Suryavardhan, the proud host, moved through the crowd with an air of authority, introducing his son to the who's who of their social circle. Ragini flitted about, attending to the female guests, her laughter mingling with the lively chatter.
In stark contrast, Harsh and Saanvi were tucked away in their room, surrounded by textbooks and notes. It's not that they didn't attend the party , They did made a brief appearance for the cake-cutting ceremony, Harsh was very excited for the party but his enthusiasm quickly dimmed under Saanvi "You know how Darshik is," she had warned, her eyes wide with concern. "He won't appreciate us being here." And they came back in there room.
Meanwhile, Suryavardhan was leading Darshik through the throng of guests. "Darshik, meet Mr. Kishor Mehra, our new business partner," he announced, his voice booming with pride. Darshik extended his hand, a charming smile gracing his lips as he shook hands with the older man, his grip firm and confident.
"And this," Suryavardhan continued, gesturing toward a striking young woman, "is his daughter, Sanjana."
As Darshik turned to face her, a small, knowing smile crept onto his face. Sanjana was breathtaking, in her pretty little dress...which promotes her sexy figure.... and the moment their eyes locked.Their hands met in a brief handshake, but the contact felt electric.
Darshik leaned back slightly, his posture relaxed yet commanding, exuding an effortless confidence that was hard to ignore. He had the kind of charm that drew people in, and he knew it. His gaze roamed over Sanjana, taking in her beauty with an flirtious glint in his eyes, as if he were assessing a prized possession.
Sanjana's gaze was bold, her lips curling into a sultry smile "So, you're the one everyone's been talking about...I must say you are more handsome than I expected," she said her voice low and inviting.
Darshik leaned in slightly,His body language was that of a seasoned Casanova-relaxed yet poised, with an air of entitlement that suggested he was used to getting what he wanted. He tilted his head, a playful smirk dancing on his lips. "And I hope they have warned you about me as well....by the I look even best in the low bedroom lightings on top of someone" he replied near her ear his tone teasing and enticing .
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Two bodies were swaying in harmony on a king-sized mattress in an lavish chamber.
The bed was sagging and shaking vigorously. Darshik was thrusting deeply within her as she clawed at his back. He is making her insane.
All that can be heard inside the room is intense moaning and groaning.
The positive aspect is that the room is soundproof. If not, everyone in this mansion might have heard sanjana's mad screams.
"Aahhhh..........ahhhh.....ummmmhhhh"
He delivered one final strong strike, and the sanjana erupted in total ecstasy.
"Ahhhh....dar...shikkkk.......you literally drained meeehh..unmmmhhh" sanjana said catching her breath.
Both were gasping and breathing hard.
Darshik rose from the bed,. He moved toward the window, the cool breeze of early morning brushing against his skin as he reached for a cigarette. He lit it with a practiced flick of his lighter, inhaling deeply, savoring the rush of smoke filling his lungs.
"Darshik, so what's next for us?" Sanjana's voice broke through the silence, with curiosity and hope.
"Means?" he replied, his tone casual, as if he hadn't just shared an intimate moment with her.
"I mean us," she clarified, sitting with the support of headboard,her eyes searching his. "Now that we both are interested in each other, what's next for us?"
Darshik exhaled a cloud of smoke, his expression nonchalant. "We already did the interesting part, Sanjana. There's nothing left," he said, pouring himself a drink, the ice clinking against the glass.
Sanjana's brow furrowed, her heart sinking at his words. "So... you mean-" she began, but he cut her off.
"Look, if you want to put on some drama about catching feelings for me, just don't. I don't fall for that kind of shit, okay?" His voice was firm, almost dismissive, as he took another puff of his cigarette.
The sting of his words hit her hard, but she reminded herself of who he was-the only son of such a wealthy family and her father was nothing in comparison to Malhotra's . The connections with him is certainly advantageous. She couldn't afford to let his attitude deter her. "Darshik, why are you getting angry? At least not relationship-wise but we could be... you know, friends who meet and greet," she suggested, trying to lighten the mood as she wrapped her arms around him from behind.
He shrugged her off, turning to face her, his expression unyielding. "The most friendly thing you can do right now is get the fuck out of here so that I can sleep. So do me the honor," he said, gesturing toward the door with a dismissive wave.
Sanjana felt a flush of embarrassment wash over her, the sting of rejection sharp and unwelcome. She nodded, her pride taking a hit as she gathered her clothes , Without another word, she slipped out of the room. As she stepped out darshik called the house help to clean the bedsheets and the mess and he himself went in a different room and slept there.
Sanjana was walking in a fast pace through the hallway when she bumped into Saanvi and her shrug fell on the floor with the impact which was in her hand , Saanvi immediately bend down to pick it up and gave it back to her when her eyes went onto scan her hickey covered neck.
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