Beneath the surface

2 months ago

Mikky

@MidnightLibrary

Beneath the surface

Prithvi, Chairman of Purvi Automobiles stood in his plush office, his mind still reeling from the previous day's events. He had just wrapped up a meeting with a potential client for a major deal scheduled for the next morning, but his thoughts kept drifting back to Sanyogita's harrowing encounter with Indrani. The memory of her battered face and fragile state sent a shiver down his spine.

As he glanced at his watch, he realised he was running late for the shoot of their new car model's launch advertisement. He took a deep breath, trying to shake off the lingering fear and anxiety. His company's reputation and success depended on his focus, but his heart was elsewhere.

The weight of his responsibilities as Chairman, the pressure to meet deadlines, and the stress of maintaining his company's market lead were taking a toll on him. But none of it compared to the terror he felt thinking about Sanyogita's safety and the unborn child she carried.

He rubbed his temples, trying to ward off the impending headache. How could Advocate Jaiswal, a woman he had once considered a friend, resort to such violence? The thought sent a chill down his spine.

With a heavy heart, Prithvi made his way to the advertisement shoot, his mind preoccupied with the horrors of the previous day and the uncertainty of what lay ahead.

As Prithvi engaged in a discussion with his colleague, a beautiful young girl approached them, her eyes shining with excitement.

The girl radiated vibrant energy, her dark hair styled in loose waves, framing her diamond-shaped face. Her chestnut brown eyes sparkled like diamonds, shining with intensity. Her golden-hued skin glowed with youthful vitality, complemented by a small nose ring and delicate necklace. She stood tall, her slender figure poised with confidence, her bright smile captivating. An air of endearing innocence surrounded her, making her even more charming.

"Mr. Prithviraj Malhotra , I'm such a huge fan of yours!" she gushed. "I've read all your interviews and followed your journey from the start. You're an inspiration to me, and I hope to become a successful business woman like you one day."

Prithvi smiled graciously, maintaining his formal demeanour. "Thank you, it's always encouraging to meet young people with ambition."

Later that evening, Prithvi met with clients at a luxurious hotel, his two bodyguards discreetly present in the background. As they sipped their drinks and discussed business, a sudden scream pierced the air. "Helpppp ! Banchaaooo….Saveeeeee me!"

Without hesitation, Prithvi rushed towards the sound, his heart racing. He saw a girl thrashing about in the hotel's swimming pool, her cries growing more desperate. Without a second thought, Prithvi jumped into the water, his suit and shoes no match for his instinct to save a life.

He swam towards the girl, his strong arms pulling her to safety. As they reached the pool's edge, Prithvi lifted her out of the water, relief washing over him as she clung to him, gasping for breath.

The bodyguards rushed to assist, helping Prithvi out of the pool as he cradled the girl in his arms. "Are you okay?" he asked, concern etched on his face.

The girl nodded, still shaken, “Y_yes thank you so much…Mr.Malhotra!”

as Prithvi handed her over to his bodyguards. "Get her a towel and some hot tea," he instructed before turning to her. "How did you end up in the water?"

The girl explained, "I was taking pictures of the hotel when I saw a kid falling in. I rushed to save him, but my feet slipped and I fell instead." She gestured to the boy, who was now safe and sound.

Prithvi's expression softened as he smiled at the boy, but then his gaze returned to the girl. "You saved a kid, but forgot you can't swim?" he teased.

The girl flashed a flirtatious smile. "I guess I was too busy saving the day to think about my own safety... or maybe I was just hoping a handsome hero like you would come rescue me."

Prithvi's eyes narrowed, discomfort creeping up his spine. He forced a polite smile before excusing himself, leaving the girl and her suggestive comment behind.

As Prithvi turned to leave, the girl called out, "Hey, Mr. Hero? Maybe I should stick to taking pictures of you from now on. You're definitely a more captivating subject than this hotel."

Prithvi's pace quickened, but the girl's voice followed him. "I mean, who needs a view of the ocean when you have a view like that?" She giggled, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

Prithvi's discomfort grew, his jaw clenched in annoyance. He didn't appreciate her forwardness, especially in front of his bodyguards.

"Maybe I'll even get lucky and get a shot of you shirtless," she continued, her voice dripping with suggestion.

Prithvi's eyes flashed with irritation, and he swiftly exited the scene, leaving the girl's flirtatious comments behind.

As he disappeared into the hotel's restroom to change into dry clothes, Prithvi couldn't shake off the feeling that this was more than just a coincidence. The girl's distress call had awakened something within him, a sense of purpose that went beyond his corporate responsibilities.

…………

Prithvi emerged from the restroom, and his eyes widened in shock as he saw the same girl from the advertisement shooting, wrapped in a towel, her hair dripping wet, and a sly smile spreading across her face.

"Finally, my saviour," she said, her voice husky, as she hugged Prithvi tightly and planted a kiss on his cheek.

Prithvi was taken aback, his mind racing with confusion and discomfort. "What are you doing?!" he exclaimed, trying to extricate himself from her grasp.

"Can't a fan show her appreciation?" she purred, holding on tight.

"Appreciation? You call this appreciation?" Prithvi's anger rose. "You're being completely inappropriate. I told you, I'm a married man, devoted to my wife. So Respect my privacy ."

The girl's smile only grew wider. "That doesn't bother me," she purred. "I can wait for you for ages."

"Wait for me? Are you kidding me?!" Prithvi's voice rose in disgust. "I'm not interested in your advances. Leave me alone and don't embarrass yourself further."

The girl's smile faltered for a moment, but she quickly recovered. "Oh, I'm just getting started," she whispered, her eyes gleaming with a shameless intensity.

Prithvi's eyes scanned the surrounding area, not noticing a figure lurking behind a tree, spy camera in hand. He realised that this was no coincidence, that this girl's actions were deliberate, and that their encounter was being documented.

Prithvi's eyes blazed with anger as the girl's curves pressed against him, her seductive tone making his skin crawl. Who are you?" He demanded, his voice low and menacing

"What do you want?" he growled, his voice low and menacing.

‘What’s so Hurry Mrs handsome? The girl said in a seducing tone. She moved closer to him , Prithvi could feel her curves pressing against his muscular torso.

The girl's smile faltered, but she quickly regained her composure, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "I'm just a fan... and I want you, Prithvi."

"Cut the act," Prithvi spat, his patience wearing thin. "You're not a fan, you're a stalker. And I want you to leave me alone."

The girl's eyes blazed with defiance, her voice taking on a sultry tone. "Fine, maybe I'm more than just a fan," she purred, her words dripping with innuendo. "Maybe I can reveal everything if you just say it once."

Prithvi's eyes narrowed, his mind racing with suspicion. "What are you talking about?" he growled, his voice low and even.

The girl's smile grew wider, her eyes glinting with triumph. Her hands began to roam over his shirt, her fingers teasing the buttons. "Oh, I think you know," she whispered, her breath hot against his skin. "And I think you'll do anything to keep me quiet."

Prithvi's face darkened with anger, his fists clenched at his sides. He grabbed her wrists, his grip like a vice. "Stop your games and get out of here," he snarled, his voice low and deadly. "Don't think you can blackmail me with your dirty tricks."

He removed her hands from his body, his touch rough. "You're not welcome here. Leave now, before I call security."

The girl's smile faltered, her eyes flashing with anger. But Prithvi stood firm, his jaw set in determination. He wouldn't be intimidated by her schemes.

The girl's smile faltered, but she nodded, her eyes never leaving Prithvi's face. "Call it what you want. But I'm not leaving until I get what I want.”

Prithvi's eyes widened in shock and disgust as the girl's lips made contact with his, her kiss sloppy and invasive. He felt a wave of revulsion wash over him as her hands began to roam, her fingers probing the zip of his pants, seeking to violate his personal space.

His discomfort turned to rage in an instant, and he reacted with a ferocity that surprised even himself. He grasped her wrists, his grip like a vice, and shoved her away, his face twisted in a snarl.

"Get your hands off me!" he bellowed, his voice echoing off the walls. "You're disgusting!"

The girl's eyes flashed with excitement, her pupils dilated with a twisted desire. She licked her lips, her gaze fixed on Prithvi's crotch, and reached out again, her hands grasping for him like claws.

Prithvi's anger boiled over, and he pushed her away with a strength that sent her stumbling backward. "Security! Get her out of here now!" he thundered, his voice echoing through the room.

The girl stumbled backward, her cheek reddening from the force of his push, but her eyes still blazed with defiance. "You'll regret this, Prithvi," she spat, her voice venomous.

As security guards rushed to escort her away, the girl's eyes locked onto Prithvi's, her gaze burning with a fierce intensity. "You haven't seen the last of me," she hissed, before being dragged out of the room, her threats hanging in the air like a challenge.

His guards rushed forward, their faces expressionless, and dragged the girl away, her screams and curses echoing through the air as she was hauled out of Prithvi's sight.

Prithvi's chest heaved with anger, his mind racing with the implications of her words. Who was this girl, and what did she have on him? He knew he had to take action, to protect himself and his loved ones from her sinister plans. But he was unaware of the worst part - the mysterious photographer had captured everything. The photographer vanished into the night, leaving Prithvi with a sense of unease and foreboding.

Unbeknownst to him, the photos would spark a scandal, threatening to destroy his reputation, business, and life. The darkness closed in, hinting at a disaster that would soon engulf him.

Prithvi's chest heaved with rage as he realised he should have handled the situation differently. He should have maintained his distance, avoided escalation, and prevented physical harm. Now, he knew he had to act fast to protect his reputation and family from this manipulative girl and her hidden agenda.

.………….

Prithvi's anger slowly gave way to guilt as he thought about facing his wife, Sanyogita. How would he explain this incident to her? The thought of her reaction made his stomach churn. He knew he had to tell her the truth, but he was afraid of hurting her.

But deep down, he believed that Sanyogita would trust him, that she would understand that he was a victim of circumstance. He thought about her calm and gentle nature, her unwavering support and trust in him. He knew that she would listen to his side of the story, that she would believe him.

Prithvi stood under the scalding hot water, scrubbing his skin with soap, trying to wash away the feeling of violation. He felt like he was trying to cleanse himself of the girl's touch, to erase the memory of her lips on his. But no matter how hard he scrubbed, he couldn't shake off the feeling of disgust.

As he looked in the mirror, his eyes fell on his lips, and he felt a wave of nausea wash over him. He couldn't believe she had kissed him, had touched him like that. He felt like vomiting.

Prithvi's anger slowly gave way to guilt as he thought about facing his wife, Sanyogita. How would he explain this incident to her? The thought of her reaction made his stomach churn. He knew he had to tell her the truth, but he was afraid of hurting her.

He thought about lying, about making up some excuse, but he knew he couldn't do that to her. She deserved the truth, no matter how painful it might be.

Prithvi took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down. He knew he had to face her, to tell her what had happened. But as he thought about her reaction, he couldn't help but feel a sense of dread.

He got out of the shower, dried himself, and put on a fresh set of clothes. He knew he couldn't avoid her forever. He had to face her, to tell her the truth.

With a heavy heart, Prithvi opened the door and stepped out of the closet room, ready to face whatever lay ahead.

He took a deep breath, steeling himself for the conversation ahead, knowing that honesty was the only way to clear the air and restore trust.

But his mind raced with unanswered questions. Who was behind sending this girl to him? Was it a mere coincidence or a deliberate attempt to sabotage his reputation? But who would stoop to such levels?

A name flashed in his mind - Nishant. The only monster who is behind is Sanyogita., Could he be behind this sinister plot? Prithvi's gut told him that Nishant was capable of such manipulation, but he needed proof.

He clenched his fists, determination coursing through his veins. He would get to the bottom of this conspiracy and protect his reputation, his family, and his business at all costs. The game had just begun, and Prithvi was ready to play

…………..

Prithvi's hand trembled slightly as he dialled his wife's number. Prithvi hesitated, unsure of where to begin. But he knew he had to tell her, to confess everything and hope for her understanding. He was prepared to face her questions, to explain the incident and reassure her of his love and commitment. But when Sanyogita answered, her voice was laced with an undertone of upset..

Prithvi's instincts kicked in, and he immediately went into comfort mode. "What's wrong, Jaan ? You sound upset. Is everything okay?"

Sanyogita's voice trembled as she struggled to hold back tears. "I...I just can't talk about it right now, could I talk in the morning? I need some time." Prithvi's mind raced with worst-case scenarios, but he pushed them aside, focusing on calming his wife.

"Hey, what happened?" Prithvi's concern was palpable as he sensed the gloomy clouds replacing his wife's usual chirpy tone. His heart ached, knowing she was upset.

Sanyogita's voice was husky, laced with pain. "Prithvi, I...I visited my old house today." She paused, collecting her thoughts.

Prithvi's grip on the phone tightened, his mind racing with the reason behind her distress. "Jaan, did anyone say anything to you? Tell me...I'll rip them apart!" he exclaimed, his protective instincts kicking in.

Sanyogita's silence spoke volumes. Prithvi knew she had cried a lot, and his heart went out to her. He wished he was there to comfort her, stroke her hair and back, and lighten her burdens.

"Okay, my love, don't worry. We can talk when you feel like it. I'll be there soon. Just take care of yourself, okay?" Prithvi reassured her, trying to calm her down.

Sanyogita nodded, even though he couldn't see her. "Okay...I love you."

"I love you too, Jaan . More than anything."

Prithvi decided then and there that he would wait until he got home to tell her about the incident with the girl. He didn't want to add to her distress, and he knew that he needed to be there in person to comfort her and explain everything. He hung up the phone, his heart heavy with concern for his wife, and his mind racing with thoughts of how to make things right.

Prithvi couldn't bring himself to tell Sanyogita about the incident over the phone. She was already upset about her elder sister's case study, and he didn't want to add to her distress. So he kept it to himself, deciding to tell her in person when the time was right.

That night, he lay in bed, his mind racing with thoughts of the girl's unwanted touch. He couldn't shake off the feeling of disgust and guilt. He got out of bed and walked to the dresser, where he kept all their photographs.

He began to flip through them, his eyes scanning the happy memories they had created together. He stopped at their honeymoon photos, his heart swelling with love and gratitude. He kissed Sanyogita's photo, his lips brushing against her smiling face.

Flashback:

Prithvi's eyes sparkled with mischief as he made love to his wife with reckless abandon. Their honeymoon suite was filled with the sweet scent of blooming flowers and the sound of gentle chirping birds outside. But all that faded into the background as they lost themselves in each other's embrace.

Just as they were getting lost in their passion, the phone rang, shrill and insistent, piercing the intimate atmosphere.

Sanyogita smiled mischievously and whispered, "Mr. Husband, you can shower me with love any time, but please, receive the call for now. “

She tried to reach for it, but Prithvi stopped her, his hands roaming her body with tantalising slowness. "Ignore it," he whispered, his breath hot against her ear. "I have better things to attend to... like you."

Sanyogita giggled and tried to push him away, but he persisted, his fingers tracing circles on her skin. She finally managed to grab the phone and answer it, her voice husky with laughter.

Shambhavi's voice on the other end asked about their well-being, Sanyogita asked about everyone in the family and tried to respond, but Prithvi's kisses on her neck and ear made her squirm with delight. He whispered naughty things in her ear, making her blush and laugh. "Tell Grandma we're busy making babies," he teased, his voice low and husky.

Sanyogita's cheeks flushed with shyness as she tried to respond to her grandmother's queries, but Prithvi's hands were everywhere, making it impossible for her to focus. His fingers danced across her skin, sending shivers down her spine, and his lips left a trail of tender kisses on her ear and neck. She tried to push him away, but he was relentless, his touch igniting a fire within her.

"Dadimaa, yes...I mean...," she stuttered, trying to compose herself, but Prithvi's teasing made her giggle.

She closed the speaker of the mobile, pressing her hand over it, and whispered to Prithvi, "Stop it! Can't you see I'm talking to Dadimaa?" Her eyes sparkled with amusement, but also a hint of exasperation.

Prithvi's eyes crinkled at the corners as he smiled, his lips still grazing her skin , making Sanyogita's face burn with embarrassment. "Oh, come on, Jaan. Let's give them something to talk about," he whispered, his lips tracing her jawline.

Prithvi's mischievous grin only grew wider as he continued to tickle and kiss Sanyogita, leaving her no choice but to hand him the mobile. "Talk to Dadimaa," she said, exasperated, as she tried to wriggle free from his grasp.

Prithvi's deep voice was husky as he spoke to Shambhavi, "Grandma, aap phone call kato ge tabh na aapki Bahu ka khayal rakhunga." (Grandma, I'll take care of your daughter-in-law now that you've ended the call.)

Shambhavi's voice came through the speaker, loud and clear, "Oh, Prithvi, beta, you think you're so smooth, don't you? 'Taking care' of my Sanyogita, indeed! I'm sure you're doing a wonderful job of it, too... (giggling) I can hear her blushing from here!"

Sanyogita's face turned a deep shade of crimson as she realised her grandmother-in-law was teasing her. She tried to wriggle free from Prithvi's grasp, but he held her tight, his eyes sparkling with amusement.

Sanyogita took the phone, still laughing, and said"Dadimaa, please stop teasing me!”

Prithvi chuckled and handed her the phone, his fingers brushing against hers. "Here, Jaan, talk to Dadimaa. She's waiting to give you some advice." He winked at her, his eyes glinting with mischief.

Shambhavi response with laughing louder "Chall badmash!!! Take care of both of us!

“Love you Grandma,” Prithvi responded as he disconnected the call .

Prithvi's eyes sparkled with amusement as he teased Sanyogita, his warm breath falling on her mouth and bare shoulder blades. "So, wifey, kya seba karun aap ki ?" (So, wife, what service can I provide?)

Sanyogita's face turned a deep shade of pink as she gave him a baffled look, her tone laced with soft anger. "You're impossible! What will Dadimaa think of us?" She tried to sound stern, but her voice trembled with suppressed laughter.

After the call, He kept the mobile near desk and Prithvi's impudence knew no bounds. He pulled Sanyogita onto his chest, his hands roaming her body with possessive tenderness. "Trust me, Jaan. Dadimaa will be thrilled... and so will I, if you keep blushing like that.”

Sanyogita's mouth formed a perfect "O" shape as she playfully slapped Prithvi's shoulder. "Poore ke poore… Besharam hoon!" (You're absolutely shameless!)

Prithvi chuckled and continued her sentence, "Agar biwi kya paana hai pyaar, Bano besharm so so (100 times) baar" (If you want to get love from your wife, become shameless, 100 times over).

Sanyogita's eyes widened in mock exasperation “ you have definitely done a PhD in shamelessness with achievement of certificate in it "

Prithvi grinned mischievously. "Consider it done, my love. You can hang it on our bedroom wall, right next to our 'Certificate of Love'."

Sanyogita rolled her eyes, perplexed by his impudence. "You're impossible, Prithvi!"

Prithvi added with a naughty tone, "So, wifey, what do you say? Should we give Dadimaa a grandson and granddaughter every year... and maybe a few naughty stories to tell? After all, practice makes perfect, and I'm eager to practise my 'besharam' skills with you. Who knows, maybe we'll start a new family tradition!"

Sanyogita's face turned a deep shade of pink as she playfully hit him again. "You're unbelievable, Prithvi! Dadimaa will think we're crazy... or maybe she'll just laugh and say 'well done, beta'!"

Prithvi's grin grew wider, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "That's the idea, my love. Now, let's create some unforgettable 'besharm' moments to share with Dadimaa."

Sanyogita's eyes widened in mock horror, her cheeks flushing a deep pink. "You're definitely a rich, crazy, spoiled man!" she exclaimed, her voice trembling with laughter.

Prithvi chuckled, his nose nuzzling hers. "Maybe just because of you, Jaan," he whispered, his breath sending shivers down her spine.

Sanyogita giggled, her eyes shining with amusement, as she accepted his impudence.

"So, Jaan, let's pick up where we left off on our important work," he teased, her voice barely above a whisper.

Prithvi's face drew closer, his nasal bridge nuzzling against her pointed nose. "I think we were at the 'besharm' level 100?" he whispered, his lips brushing against hers.

Sanyogita's laughter turned into a soft sigh as she felt his warm breath on her skin. "I think we need to upgrade to level 1000," she whispered back, her eyes locked on his.

Prithvi's eyes sparkled with excitement as he deepened their kiss, his lips moving in perfect sync with hers. The world around them melted away, leaving only the two of them, lost in their own little bubble of love and laughter.

Even though Prithvi had placed a "do not disturb" sign on the door, they relocated to another ocean villa the following day, where Sanyogita playfully teased him. Their prearranged plans to venture out were cancelled, and instead, they spent two blissful days alone in the bedroom, exploring new depths of passion. They played intimate games, made love tirelessly, and discovered new dimensions of pleasure.

Prithvi chuckled, recalling how he had joked about the taboo of newlyweds showering alone. Sanyogita's face had fluttered with laughter, her eyes sparkling with mirth. The memory of her joy still lingered in his heart.

Prithvi's thoughts drifted back to the present, his voice barely above a whisper. "I'm sorry," he apologised, as if seeking forgiveness for a crime he hadn't committed. "I'm sorry Jaan . My heart, soul, and body belong to you alone . I love you. Pls forgive your Prithvi “

His mind wandered to their passionate night on a yacht, surrounded by the endless ocean. He remembered the first time he saw her on the street, his awe at her beauty. Their confessional night in Malaysia, their first Christmas spent in an orphanage, her birthday surprise – every moment was etched in his memory.

He continued to kiss her photos, convincing himself that he was faithful, that he would never betray her trust. He felt a sense of peace wash over him, knowing that he had his wife by his side.

As he looked at their photos, he realised that he had made the right decision in not telling her about the incident over the phone. He would tell her in person, when the time was right, and he would make sure to reassure her of his love and commitment to their marriage.

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