Chapter 1: The Return
"Revenge is a dish best served cold... and in stilettos."
Mere high heels ki
click-clack ki awaaz pure corridor mein goonj rahi thi. Office ke har cubicle se log jhanke, koi discreetly, koi openly. Aur kyun naa? Main—Aditi Sharma—ek storm ki tarah andar ghusi thi Singhania Corporation ke headquarters mein, ek aisi hurricane jo apne saath destruction aur desire dono laayi thi.
Mera black pencil skirt mera hourglass figure perfectly outline kar raha tha, paired with a crisp white silk blouse jo deliberately do buttons khula chhodti thi, just enough to tease. My dark, wavy hair cascaded down my back, and my red lips curved into a confident smirk as I walked past the reception.
"Aditi Sharma, Mr. Rajveer Singhania aapka intezaar kar rahe hain," receptionist ne kaha, uski aankhein mere cleavage pe ek second ke liye atki.
"Dhanyawaad," I purred, deliberately leaning slightly forward as I took the visitor’s pass from her.
Elevator mein jab main akeli khadi thi, maine mirror mein apne aap ko dekha.
Aditya... ab Aditi. Ek saal pehle jo laachar, beizzati ka shikar hua tha, aaj wohi ek deadly seductress ban chuka tha. Surgery, hormones, voice training—sab kuch. Koi bhi mujhe pehchan nahi sakta.
Especially not Renu. Or Karan.
Elevator doors khulte hi, main directly Rajveer Singhania ke cabin ke saamne khadi thi. His secretary, an older woman, gave me a once-over before announcing my arrival.
"Andar aaiye, Ms. Sharma," Rajveer ki deep, commanding voice andar se aayi.
Main andar gayi. Cabin ka ambiance luxurious tha—dark mahogany furniture, leather chairs, aur ek large window jo puri city ko display kar raha tha. Aur us window ke saamne, ek tall, broad-shouldered man khada tha—Rajveer Singhania.
"Aap hi Aditi Sharma hain?" He turned around, his sharp eyes scanning me from head to toe.
"Ji, sir," I smiled, deliberately letting my eyes linger on his.
Confident. Unapologetic.
"Aapke resume ne mujhe impress kiya. Harvard MBA, McKinsey mein experience... lekin aap yahaan kyun?"
"Because I want to work with the best," I said smoothly.
"Aur mujhe lagta hai Singhania Corporation mein potential hai global domination ka."
Rajveer chuckled, his gaze dropping to my lips for a second.
"Aap confident hain."
"Confidence hi toh success ki key hai, sir."
"Hmm... Karan ke saath aapko ek bahut hi important project handle karna hoga. Agar aapne yahaan performance acchi di, toh next project—jo isse bhi bada hai—aapko directly report karna hoga mujhe."
"Perfect," I smiled.
"I love challenges."
"Aur challenges bhi aapko pasand karte hain, lagta hai," he murmured, his voice dropping an octave.
Maine apni eyelashes slowly flutter ki, maintaining eye contact.
"Depends on the challenge, sir."
Ek second ke liye silence. Phir Rajveer ne apna phone uthaya.
"Karan ko bulao."
Do minute baad, cabin ka door khula.
Aur woh andar aaya.
Karan Singhania.
Mera ex-boss. The man who had taken everything from me—my dignity, my wife, my career. Tall, handsome, with that cocky smirk that made women weak in the knees. Usne pehle apne father ko greet kiya, phir mujhe dekha.
Uska expression change hua.
"Yeh hain Aditi Sharma," Rajveer introduced.
"Project Orion ke liye aapke saath kaam karengi."
Karan ne mujhe up-down dekha, aur main notice kiya ki uska gaze mere thighs pe thoda second zyada reh gaya.
Got you.
"Pleasure to meet you, Mr. Singhania," I extended my hand, deliberately letting my fingers brush against his palm longer than necessary.
"Pleasure’s all mine," he said, his grip tightening slightly.
Game on.
Evening
Office ke baad, team ke saath drinks ka plan bana. Karan ne personally invite kiya.
Of course.
Bar mein, main deliberately uske opposite baithi, crossing and uncrossing my legs slowly, noticing how his eyes followed the movement. Main uske saath professional discussions mein engage hui, lekin har sentence ke saath ek subtle flirtation.
"Aapke strategies brilliant hain," he said, leaning closer.
"Aapko pasand aaye? I can be... very thorough," I whispered, my lips brushing against the rim of my wine glass.
Uska jaw tightened.
"Karan, aajkal tum bahut busy ho," ek familiar voice aayi.
Maine peeche mudke dekha.
Renu.
Meri ex-wife. Ab Karan ki wife.
She was still beautiful—slim figure, designer saree, perfect makeup. But her eyes narrowed when she saw me.
"Yeh kaun hai?" she asked, possessive tone.
"Aditi Sharma. New hire," Karan introduced.
Renu ne mujhe scrutinize kiya. Main smile karti hui uthi, hand extend kiya.
"Aapki wife?"
"Haan," Karan said.
"Lucky man," I purred, deliberately letting my fingers linger against hers.
Renu looked irritated.
Perfect.
Late Night – Rajveer’s Suite
"Aapne aaj bahut sabko impress kiya," Rajveer said, pouring me another glass of whiskey.
Hum uske penthouse mein the—luxury, power, aur ek undeniable sexual tension jo hawa mein float kar rahi thi.
"Sirf sabko nahi... aapko bhi?" I asked, tilting my head.
Rajveer chuckled.
"Aap dangerous hain."
"Aur aapko dangerous pasand hai," I replied, standing up and walking towards him.
Maine apna glass table pe rakha, aur slowly, very slowly, uske lap mein baith gayi.
"Aditi..."
"Shhh," I placed a finger on his lips.
"Aaj koi business nahi. Bas aap... aur main."
Uske haath mere waist pe aaye, firm. Main ne apne lips uske ear tak le jaaye, whispering,
"Mujhe control pasand nahi... lekin lose karna bhi nahi."
Phir maine uske lips capture kiye.
Ek passionate, hungry kiss. Rajveer ne mujhe uthaya aur couch pe lay kar diya, his hands sliding up my thighs, pushing my dress up.
"You’re exquisite," he growled.
Maine moan kiya as his fingers found my lace panties, already wet.
Revenge tastes sweet... but his touch tastes sweeter.
Aur aaj raat... sirf shuruaat thi.
