The Sinister Plot

2 months ago

Mikky

@MidnightLibrary

The Sinister Plot

As the moments passed, Prithvi's movements grew slower and more laboured, his passion spent. His grip around the girl relaxed, his arms releasing their hold as his strength waned. His head lolled back onto the pillow, his eyes fluttering closed as he succumbed to unconsciousness. The girl's arms, still wrapped around him, felt his body go limp, his chest rising and falling with shallow breaths.

The room was silent, except for the soft hum of the camera, still recording every detail. The girl's eyes gleamed with a mix of triumph and malice as she gazed down at Prithvi's helpless form. She knew she had won, that she had destroyed the reputation of the man who had spurned her. But as she looked at Prithvi's peaceful face, a flicker of doubt crossed her mind. Has she gone too far?

The girl's doubts were quickly extinguished by her desire for revenge. She slowly disentangled herself from Prithvi's limp form, her eyes never leaving his face.

She had been humiliated by Prithvi's rejection earlier that day, thrown out with only a towel to cover her nakedness. Now, she craved revenge, seeking to destroy the reputation he had so carefully cultivated - the devoted husband, the pillar of virtue. Tonight, she would tarnish his image, exposing his true nature to the world.

With a calculating smile, the girl began to savour the moment, her eyes drinking in the sight of Prithvi's helpless form. She would make sure that his precious wife, Sanyogita, would know the truth about her husband's infidelity. The girl's desire for revenge consumed her, and she refused to leave until she had exacted her pound of flesh.

Her eyes gleamed with a predatory intensity. Like a hungry fox, she pounced on Prithvi's helpless body, her hands tearing at his shirt with a fierce urgency.

As the fabric ripped away, she ravaged his chest with kisses, her lips leaving crimson imprints on his skin. Her nails dug deep, leaving behind a trail of red welts, a savage testament to her passion.

Her teeth sank into his neck, leaving a dark, bruised love bite. Prithvi's body was her canvas, and she was determined to leave her mark. Her hands trembled with excitement as she reached for his pants, ready to unzip them and claim him fully.

But fate had other plans. A sudden knock at the door made her heart skip a beat. She froze, her hands still on Prithvi's waistband. Before she could scramble off the bed, the door burst open, splintering under the force of a brutal kick.

With the incriminating videos secure in his grasp, the man made a daring escape, swiftly scaling the balcony and descending via the pipes and cornice. He vanished into the darkness, leaving the girl with horror and Prithvi motionless on the bed .

The girl's eyes widened in horror as two towering bodyguards and Arjun, Prithvi's PA, stormed into the room. Their faces were grim, their eyes scanning the scene before them. The girl's gaze darted wildly, searching for an escape, but it was too late. She was trapped, caught in the act, with Prithvi's unconscious body beneath her.

"What the...?" Arjun trailed off, his voice incredulous. "What have you done?"

The girl tried to scramble off the bed, but Vinod grabbed her arm, holding her in place. "Don't move," he growled.

Kumar approached Prithvi, who was still unconscious, and gently turned him over. His eyes widened in shock at the sight of the love bites and nail marks on Prithvi's chest and neck.

Arjun's face turned red with rage. "You're going to pay for this," he spat at the girl.

The girl cowered, realising she had gone too far. She had sought revenge, but now she was in grave danger. Vinod and Kumar dragged her off the bed, holding her in a tight grip.

As they turned to leave, Arjun stopped them. "Wait," he said, his voice cold. "We need to take care of Boss first."

Prithvi, still unconscious, was oblivious to the danger that lurked ahead. His world was about to be shattered, his relationships tested, and his reputation left in tatters. The girl's revenge would spark a chain reaction, unleashing a maelstrom of consequences that would change Prithvi's life forever.

Kumar nodded and gently lifted Prithvi into his arms. Vinod and Arjun flanked him, while the girl was dragged behind them, her eyes fixed on the floor in shame and fear.

The group made their way out of the hotel room, leaving behind a trail of destruction and deceit. But little did they know, this was only the beginning of a sinister plot that would change their lives forever.

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Meanwhile, Sanyogita remained blissfully unaware of the peril that had befallen her husband. She tried calling Prithvi repeatedly, but his phone remained unreachable, sending her worries into overdrive. Every attempt was met with an unyielding silence, leaving her with a growing sense of unease.

Arjun, Prithvi's trusted assistant, was equally frantic. His mind raced with the daunting task of breaking the news to Sanyogita, his thoughts consumed by the horror of what he had to reveal. How could he tell her that Prithvi, the man she loved and trusted, had been compromised in the worst possible way? The weight of the secret threatened to crush him, as he struggled to find the right words to shatter Sanyogita's tranquillity.

Arjun's face was etched with concern as he watched Prithvi being wheeled into the hospital room. The events of the past few hours had unfolded like a nightmare, threatening to destroy his boss's reputation and possibly his life. Arjun's mind raced with questions, but one thing was certain - Prithvi had been used as a pawn in a sinister game.

As he tried to piece together the events, Arjun's memory flashed back to six days ago, during the launch of their company's new car model. That's where he had seen the girl, her striking features and piercing gaze lingering in his mind. She had been hovering around the edges of the event, her eyes fixed on Prithvi with an unnerving intensity.

Now, as Arjun listened to the doctor's grim diagnosis, the truth became chillingly clear. Prithvi had been given a high-dose sedative, a drug notorious for its ability to render a person helpless against sexual advances. The doctor's words hung in the air like a deadly accusation - "This drug can be lethal, especially in large quantities. Whoever administered this wanted to ensure Prithvi was completely under their control."

Arjun's eyes narrowed, his jaw clenched in anger. He knew he had to uncover the identity of the girl and her accomplices, to expose the masterminds behind this heinous plot. Prithvi's life and reputation depended on it. With a steely determination, Arjun set out to unravel the tangled threads of the conspiracy, following a trail that would lead him into the darkest depths of human depravity.

He had already informed the police who had been tracking the mysterious girl, determined to uncover her true intentions, they devoured everything from her mouth as if they would soon discover her kundli . But as they dug deeper, more questions arose. Who had sent her to target Prithvi, and what was her ultimate goal? Was she merely a mercenary, driven by financial gain, or was there a more sinister force at play?

A police officer took a seat on the opposite table of the girl and began to interrogate her, who couldn't resist her natural instincts. She batted her eyelashes at one of them, a tall, muscular man with a stern expression.

"Hey, handsome," she purred, "why so serious? Can't handle a little heat?"

The cop's face reddened with offence, but the girl just giggled. "Oh, come on. I'm not that bad. I promise I'll be nice... if you're nice to me."

The younger police sub-inspector face turned beet red as the girl's gaze locked onto him. "Just shut your filthy mouth," he growled, trying to maintain his composure.

But the girl just smiled sultrily. "Oh, I love a man in uniform. Especially one as cute as you. What's your name, sweetheart?"

She leaned in closer, her voice taking on a flirtatious tone. ""Arrey waha police khaki mein kya mast lagta hai re tu!! , khaskar aisa cute ladka milte hi nahin! Tera naam kya hai, chhote?" The wink at the man who gave an awkward glance to his other partner.

"Maine to Bhai ki movie dekha hai, kyaa mast body bahinila thaaa ! Par tera boss Prithvi to kuch aur hi level ka hai, saala , apun ko na waiseich man chahiye apne liye!! Kyun kya bolta hai apni jodi jachegi ki nai jachegi! aaj tak itna passionately kisi ne bhi kiss nahi kiya. Apone to sach mein fan ban gaye!"

("I've seen Bhai's movie, what a fantastic body he has! But your boss Prithvi is on a whole different level, damn it! I want a guy like that for myself! What do you say, will our pair work out or not? Nobody has ever kissed me so passionately till now! I've become a real fan!")

She whistled and smiled shamelessly, her eyes sparkling with mischief. The men exchanged uncomfortable glances, their faces growing hotter by the minute. One of them cleared his throat, trying to interrupt her, but she continued to flirt brazenly.

The female attendant arrived just in time, her stern expression a welcome respite from the girl's shameless advances. "Enough," she said firmly, her voice brooking no argument. "We'll take it from here.”

"Every time, it's the same story. Men come, use me, and discard me like trash. Some beat me, some spit gutka on my face, and others degrade me further by urinating on my body. But then, this is your Boss, Prithvi came along and said something no one ever has. The first time Mohini heard a man say "I love you” she paused.

She felt her heart grow heavy, even her eyes welled up with tears. She thought that in their lives they are devoid of love, that men see them only as objects for their pleasure.

But what struck her most was the disgust she felt towards herself tonight - not for selling her body, but for using it to entrap a man for money, tarnishing his reputation. For the first time, she saw the depth of her own depravity. No man had ever refused her before, no one had ever claimed devotion to their wife... except Prithvi. He was the only one who didn't touch her, even when she presented herself wrapped in nothing but a towel. His restraint was a harsh spotlight on her own exploitation. She thought of all the others, who'd use her body and then deceive their loved ones with sweet nothings: 'Baby, I love you, just busy at work. Will call you later, bye.' The hypocrisy was suffocating. For the first time, she saw herself through Prithvi's eyes, and it was a devastating reality check."

The young officer exchanged uncomfortable glances amongst his colleagues, their faces growing hotter by the minute.

One Of a officers growled in irritation , "That's enough. Called for Sonal “ . “

The girl's smile never wavered, even as the female attendant approached her. But as the woman began to question her, her demeanour slowly changed. The attendant's no-nonsense attitude and firm tone seemed to pierce the girl's armour, and for the first time, she looked uncertain.

The men watched in silence, relieved to be rid of the girl's flirtatious advances. They knew that this female attendant was better equipped to handle the girl's manipulative tactics, and they waited anxiously for her to uncover the truth.

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Sanyogita stepped off the plane in Delhi, her eyes scanning the crowded airport for a glimpse of a familiar face. But there was no one. No Prithvi, no driver, no welcoming smile. She felt a pang of disappointment and tried to shake it off, telling herself he must be busy.

They had spoken during lunch only yesterday and he had promised to be here, waiting for her, this morning. But as she made her way through the throngs of people, there was no sign of him. She tried calling him, but his phone went straight to voicemail, fueling her growing unease.

She was accompanied by Meera and Jaiswal Indrani, and Sanyogita's anxiety deepened. They had discussed his hectic schedule - back-to-back meetings, a business party, and a crucial meeting with a new client - but Prithvi had assured her he would make time for her. His absence sent a shiver down her spine. She tried calling him again, but the call went unanswered.

Where was Prithvi? And why wasn't he answering her calls? A sense of foreboding settled in the pit of her stomach, refusing to be shaken off.

With no other option, Sanyogita took a cab, accompanied by her bodyguards. As they left for their respective homes, she instructed Christopher, her personal bodyguard , to take the day off. She wanted to spend her entire day at home, expecting Prithvi to join her.

But as the cab pulled away from the airport, Sanyogita's mind raced with questions as they headed home, her mind preoccupied with thoughts of Prithvi and their unborn child. As she settled into the backseat, she pulled out her phone and dialled his number. But it wasn't Prithvi who answered - it was Arjun, his assistant.

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