WARNING: SEXUAL CONTENT AHEAD !!!

ABHAY'S POV:

The floor beneath me is drumming with music. people  are drowned in alcohol swinging their bodies on the dance floor. Roof Lights moving around in the darkness. people come , have fun and leave . And i monetize it. Money flows around humans weakness. and of course 

girls 

girls would often look at me. Attention is Obvious when you have looks , money , fame and most importantly power. . but there would be some, who would just keep staring until i turn to look at them . good just for a night of pleasure. Tonight, dressed in blue body con dress , shimmering in the darkness , she kept looking at me swinging her ass. Her tits , half out .

I looked at her, a smirk and a wink. Boosted her confidence enough to approach me.

 My men stopped her, i flicked my hand telling them to stay put .She walked  to me and  sat on my lap  . She turned to me her breasts directly in my line of vision. 

Now close enough, i see that they are fake and have very little movement. How is she breathing.? Not my problem.

I took a sip of my wine leaning against the seat ,  letting my thoughts run.

It's been four days  since I've talked to the minister. Things escalated much quicker than i anticipated. Not just protests but fights also erupted. If he doesn't come up with a solution , then it would become national issue. It would be much better if it wouldn't go that far. If he is-

I came out of my thoughts as she leaned closer to me, her tits now touching my cheek , her mouth near my ear.

"Wanna go somewhere?" she whispered.

I gulped all the liquid  of my glass in one go before tapping her thigh. I lead her to the private room of the  club. These rooms  sometimes have secret meetings,  deals happening. 

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"Mmmm" she moaned taking my dick in her throat. I sighed , letting my hands roam over her head. After a couple of minutes. I moved her head away. she stripped on to the bed while i reached for the condom.

Can never be sure.

I hovered over her. she reached her head up ,to kiss me. i tuned her jaw to the side gently . Too bad girl, not the vanilla guy you are expecting.

I grabbed her breast , kneading them and she parted her thighs , letting me in. 

I pushed into her. 

"Aahhh" Her voice sharp , stinged my ear drums.

I thrusted into her not waiting for her to adjust. She kept moaning  too loud for my liking. she came twice. I stood up and flipped her on the back muffling her moans and thrusting hard into her. I came , spilling into the condom.

Panting , i rolled  over the bed after calming down, pulling money out of my wallet and placing them on the table . i pulled my pants up and left  before she recollected herself.

My nights run on a simple rule: no women in the penthouse. Business is done at the club. I keep them out—not for kindness, but to spare them illusions and to avoid complications.

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I reached the minister's home the next day and was led to his private office. No family this time—only closed doors. The final nail to the coffin.

"This is the second time you've come unannounced, Abhay," he said stiffly.

"Well, if things are so bad you can't step outside, I must come in," I replied, slipping off my glasses as I took my seat. My voice was calm, edged with steel.

He sighed. "This isn't expected from someone who's been with us since the party was born."

"You've known me long enough to realize I don't waste words," I said flatly. "Two people died. I wouldn't call your efforts at stopping the protests a success."

He cleared his throat. "We tried... bribing most of them, but someone is offering more than we can."

I leaned back. I already knew who that someone was. Me.

"This cannot grow into a national issue," I said. "If it spreads to other states, your reputation—your life's work—will collapse."

He rubbed his forehead. "What do you suggest?"

Exactly what I wanted to hear.

"First, we divert the people's attention. Then, once their outrage fades, we blame it on someone harmless. A scapegoat for the opposition. We emerge as victims."

"And the distraction?" he asked cautiously.

I smiled. "An alliance. One the entire state will celebrate."

His brows knitted. "What kind of alliance?"

"The Chief Minister marries the Minister's daughter."

His eyes widened. "What? She's only twenty-one. She just graduated."

"All the better," I said smoothly. "The perfect symbol of unity. People will forget the dead in their frenzy of celebration."

He stared at me, horror tightening his features. Silence stretched.

At last, he exhaled. "I'll... speak to my daughter."

Perfect.

SANJANA'S POV

I put my phone aside after binging too many chicken tikka recipe videos. I could've ordered it, sure, but I wanted to try it myself. Ever since exams ended, I'd been lazy—still hadn't reached out for the startup connections I'd been planning for years.

For now: chicken tikka. Small victories.

I opened my door and nearly bumped into my parents. Dad's hand was raised mid-knock.

"Ankur saab remembered his daughter after four whole days," I teased. My voice was light, but his smile wasn't. Neither was Mom's. Their faces were drawn, heavy with something unsaid.

My heart sank. "What happened?" I asked, slipping my hand into his.

Mom opened her mouth. "Beta, tumhe pata hai—"

Dad cut her off with a flick of his hand. His jaw was locked, eyes shadowed.

"Sanjana," he said quietly. His voice carried a weight I had never heard before.
"I need to talk to you."