Zayden leaned against the doorframe, watching her.Hema was engrossed in her work, her fingers flying over the keyboard, her brows slightly furrowed in focus.She had no idea how breathtaking she looked when she was lost in thought.His heart clenched.The dream.It had felt so real. So vivid. He could still feel the warmth of her body beside him, the laughter of their children echoing through their dream home. The way she had looked at him with love. Unconditional love.It wasn’t just a fantasy. It was what he wanted.And he wanted it with her.Without thinking, he walked toward her and gently took her hand.Hema jumped slightly, startled. “Zayden?”But he didn’t say anything. He simply pulled her up, held her hand gently like a flower, and led her out of her office and into his cabin.She frowned. “Where are you taking me?”Instead of answering, he guided her to his desk chair—the CEO’s chair.He pressed on her shoulders gently, urging her to sit.She hesitated. She had never sat th
Hema sat on the edge of her bed, staring at the half-packed suitcase in front of her.Her fingers trembled as she clutched her phone to her ear.“How are you, my dear?” her grandmother’s warm voice asked.Hema inhaled sharply, forcing a smile as if the old woman could see her through the call. “I’m fine, Grandma. Just… working a lot.”Her grandmother chuckled softly. “I know, I know. My hardworking girl. I’m so proud of you, Hema.”Proud.The word twisted something deep inside her.Would he have been proud too?She swallowed hard, pushing the thought away. “Grandma, did you need something?”“Oh yes, dear. I called to tell you that the insurance money for your brother has been credited.”Silence.A strange ringing filled Hema’s ears.For a moment, she forgot how to breathe.Her fingers tightened around the phone.The insurance money.She had forgotten about it completely.Her grandmother’s voice softened, as if she could sense the sudden shift in her mood. “Are you okay, dear?”Hema bl
Hema vs. NinaHema sat in her office, her fingers moving swiftly over the iPad as she made the final touches to her new security program. The system she designed was flawless—an advanced AI-powered security network that could detect breaches in seconds. The program was ready to be tested, and she had uploaded it to her iPad, waiting for the right moment.She leaned back in her chair, waiting for Zayden. As usual, he would drop by her office, and today, she planned to use that habit to her advantage. The iPad was placed strategically at the far end of the desk, just out of her reach. Her plan was simple: she would ask Zayden to pick it up for her, and when he did, his fingerprint would be scanned and stored without his knowledge.A few moments later, she heard the distinct sound of his footsteps approaching. She quickly straightened up, pretending to be engrossed in her work.Zayden entered the office without knocking, as he always did.“You’re early,” she commented casually, not looki
When Zayden arrived at her suit with a bottle of deep red wine in hand, he couldn’t help but smirk. He was impressed by the effort she had put into the evening. The small table in her dining area was laden with an array of dishes—various curries, tandoori delights, and freshly baked naan—each item chosen with care. The aroma of spices mingled with the soft sound of Indian classical music playing in the background.Hema, dressed casually yet elegantly in a kurti and palazzo , had tied her hair up in a bun—a look she knew Zayden adored. Although her hair was now neatly pulled up, there was a certain nonchalant charm in the way stray wisps escaped, softening her features. She greeted him at the door, and he teased, “seems like a date to me.”With a playful roll of her eyes, she retorted, “you wish. I wanted to order a variety of food—i invited you somthat nothing goes to waste.”He chuckled as he stepped inside. “It’s hurts a little ”They sat at the dining table, and as they began to ea
Hema moved through the dimly lit basement corridors, her heels clicking softly against the cold concrete floor. Her heart pounded, but her face remained expressionless. She had followed them—Zayden and Nina—earlier and knew they had gone somewhere from this very floor.She reached the spot where she had last seen them disappear.It was an ordinary wall—or so it seemed.But Hema wasn’t stupid.She ran her fingers along the edges, feeling for inconsistencies. Then she saw it.A small, nearly invisible panel.The moment Zayden had placed his hand on the wall earlier, the hidden door had opened. She had watched from a distance, memorizing every movement.It required his fingerprint.Her lips curled into a smirk.She didn’t need to guess anymore. There was a secret lift behind this wall.She wasn’t ready to enter yet. That would be too risky.But now she had proof that something was hidden here.That was enough for tonight.Nina’s SuspicionBack upstairs, Nina sat in her office, a deep fro
The elevator descended in silence, the dim lighting casting an eerie glow over Zayden’s face. Hema stood beside him, her heart pounding—not from fear, but from anticipation.She had done it.The tiny button camera hidden in the lapel of her blazer was recording everything.As soon as the secret chamber doors slid open, Hema took a sharp breath.The underground facility was nothing like she had imagined—it was far worse.Rows upon rows of glass chambers lined the massive lab, filled with strange, swirling liquids. Some contained vials of unknown substances; others had preserved organs. The air smelled sterile, but beneath that, a faint chemical stench lingered.Zayden walked ahead, leading her deeper into the facility. He trusted her now.“This is what I wanted to show you,” he said quietly.Hema schooled her expression, keeping it neutral. “What exactly is this place?”He exhaled. “This… is where everything happens. The drugs, the experiments, the trials.”Hema’s fingers curled into f
Zayden had no idea he was just a piece in Hema’s grand chess game.As soon as the words “I love you too” left her lips, he was lost. His dark eyes burned with something raw, something desperate. Without hesitation, he lifted her off the ground, carrying her toward the sleek black car waiting outside his office.Hema barely had time to react.“Zayden—”“Shh,” he murmured, pressing a lingering kiss to her wrist as he slid her into the car. “I’ve been saving this moment for too long, Hema. I won’t let you run away now.”The smooth purr of the engine barely covered the wild pounding of her heart.This wasn’t supposed to happen.She was supposed to trick him, manipulate him, make him suffer.But now, she was in his arms. In his car. In his world.And worse—he wasn’t letting go.⸻At Zayden’s MansionThe mansion was isolated, standing like a fortress under the night sky. The guards at the gate lowered their heads as the car pulled in, moving aside without question.Zayden carried her throug
The night was perfect—at least on the surface.The open-air engagement venue was draped in fairy lights, casting a golden glow over the sprawling garden. White and blue orchids decorated every corner, and the sweet scent of jasmine lingered in the cool night air.Guests arrived in sleek black cars, the crème de la crème of the business world, dressed in their finest. Business tycoons, international investors, and close associates of Zayden had gathered to witness the grandest engagement of the year.At the center of it all stood Hema.She looked like a dream in her light blue lehenga, shimmering like a celestial goddess under the night sky. The intricate silver embroidery caught the light, making her glow. The heavy stone-studded necklace rested on her delicate collarbones, and her dark kohl-lined eyes scanned the crowd, searching.For him.Mia, Zayden’s sister, adjusted Hema’s dupatta and whispered, “You look stunning, bhabhi.”Hema forced a smile. Mia had been nothing but kind, stan
The hospital lights were far too bright for Zayden’s comfort, but nothing about this day was supposed to be comfortable. He paced the hallway outside the operating theater, Ira cradled carefully in his arms. She looked up at him with those curious eyes, still too young to understand why her usually composed father was walking in frantic loops across polished tiles.Across the hall, Mark looked equally stricken. His face was pale, and his fingers drummed nervously on the side of the chair as he watched the double doors of the maternity wing like a man waiting for a verdict.“Mommy will be here soon,” Zayden muttered, adjusting Ira’s blanket answering her,Zayden nodded. “You think Mia’s okay?”“Mia is okay but I am not,” Mark fired back, trying to force a grin but failing. “Mia threatened to castrate me if I faint during delivery. So yeah, my brain is doing backflips.”Just then, the double doors opened.A nurse walked out, pulling off her mask. “Mr. Zayden?”He stepped forward, heartb
He crashed his mouth to hers—hard, needy. Her hands tangled in his hair as he pressed his body against hers, her thighs wrapping around his waist instinctively. His kiss was urgent, deep, the kind that made her forget where she was. He pulled back just enough to yank her top over her head, exposing her soft breasts, nipples already hard.Zayden groaned at the sight of her and buried his face between them. He licked, kissed, nipped—lavishing each breast with slow, deliberate attention. Hema arched into him, her fingers gripping the bedsheet. His mouth worked her expertly, moving from her breasts to her neck, sucking gently, leaving a trail of wet heat down to her belly.By the time he reached between her legs, she was trembling. His fingers teased her clit, slow circles that made her moan into the air. He loved watching her unravel under his touch—loved seeing her lose control.“Zayden…” she gasped, her thighs twitching. “I need you… inside me.”His lips made a curl. “ you are losing y
The drive stretched endlessly, winding through green hills and coastal turns, the golden hue of the sun bathing the road in warmth. Zayden had planned this break meticulously—no calls, no business, no parenting duties. Just Hema and him, for five full days. Their daughter Ira was safely with Mia, and for the first time in over a year, Hema felt… untethered.She sat in the passenger seat, hair loosely tied, her eyes half-lidded as she stared at the moving landscape. The windows were down just enough for the wind to tousle her strands. Zayden glanced at her sideways, and the way her lips parted ever so slightly—it stirred something primal in him.“You know,” he said, reaching over to entwine his fingers with hers, “I’ve been imagining this trip for weeks.”Hema looked over, already smiling. “I can tell. You’ve been grinning like a maniac since we left.”“I just missed having you to myself,” he said, his voice dropping. “No diapers. No meetings. No interruptions.”She giggled. “And what
The following evening, the golden light of sunset poured into the wide windows of the mansion. Ira was curled up peacefully in her little crib beside the cushioned couch, her tiny hands resting near her face, making gentle sleepy sounds as she dreamed. Hema sat cross-legged on the plush rug nearby, brushing out her hair while Zayden sat beside her, lazily scrolling through photos of Ira’s first steps with an affectionate grin plastered on his face.Mia strolled into the room in her usual confident gait, dressed in her casual yet elegant loungewear, holding a small gift box in one hand.“For the little queen,” she said, placing the box near Ira’s crib and kneeling to press a soft kiss on the baby’s forehead. “I still can’t believe she walked. I missed it!”Hema smiled warmly, setting her brush aside. “She’ll walk into your arms next time. Or maybe run.”Mia’s eyes twinkled as she looked at Hema. “She better. I’m planning to bribe her with toys and secrets.”Zayden chuckled, “Spoiling h
The grand mansion buzzed with life as little Ira, now a spirited one-year-old, filled its halls with her infectious laughter. Her tiny hands and knees propelled her swiftly across the marble floors, making her the darling of everyone—from the seasoned housekeepers to Zayden’s meticulous assistant, Mark. Each had succumbed to her charm, their days brightened by her presence.One particular afternoon, Ira’s curiosity led her on an unexpected adventure. The distant sound of raised voices echoed through the corridors, drawing her attention. Recognizing her mother’s voice, she set off, her crawling turning into determined steps as she clung to walls and furniture for support. The babysitter, momentarily distracted, turned to find Ira missing from her side. Panic surged as she began her search, only to spot the child making her way toward the commotion.Inside the master bedroom, tension crackled. Hema stood her ground, arms crossed, eyes blazing with frustration. Zayden, looking remorseful
The grand black gates of the mansion opened slowly, the familiar creak echoing through the long driveway lined with blooming jasmine. The late afternoon sun bathed everything in golden light as Zayden stepped out of the sleek black SUV, carefully cradling Ira in one arm, while holding Hema protectively with the other. Hema’s steps were slower, her body still weak from the birth, but her heart was full—this was a different kind of return. One not born out of pain or escape, but healing.Mia stood at the entrance, wearing a simple beige dress and a soft, rare smile on her face. Her sharp eyes shimmered the moment she spotted Ira. She rushed down the stairs barefoot, arms extended. “There she is—my little angel!” Mia’s voice trembled with emotion.Zayden grinned as he gently passed Ira into her arms. “She missed her aunt, didn’t she, baby?” he murmured, planting a kiss on Hema’s forehead.Hema chuckled softly and nodded. “We named her,” she said, watching Mia’s eager face.“Oh?” Mia rais
Hema lay curled up beside Zayden, her body still sore from the C-section she had just a week ago. Their baby girl, Ira, was sleeping peacefully next to her in a bassinet . Hema and Zayden had been through so much together, and now, with their little family complete, they felt like the luckiest people in the world.Hema caught him staring and gave him a coy smile. With a mischievous glint in her eye, she slowly reached up and unzipping her kurti, exposing one of her full, heavy breasts."Have a taste," she purred seductively, her voice low and inviting. Zayden's breath hitched as he took in the sight of her perfect breast, the nipple already engorged with milk. His cock instantly hardened, straining against his boxers. He swallowed thickly, desire burning in his veins.Zayde arched an eyebrow. "Are you sure, my love?"Hema nodded with a smile,Zayden's eyes darkened with lust. "I'll be gentle. I promise."In one swift movement, he leaned over her, pressing soft kisses along the swel
The tarmac glistened under the late afternoon sun as Zayden led Hema gently toward the sleek, private jet waiting for them. The sound of soft wind mixed with the distant hum of the plane’s engines. Zayden had one arm securely wrapped around Hema’s waist, supporting her as they walked slowly, while the other held baby Ira against his chest with practiced care.Behind them, two of Zayden’s men followed with their luggage, handling everything swiftly without a word. The elderly couple had waved goodbye, tears in their eyes, just a few minutes ago. Now, as they approached the jet’s steps, Zayden helped Hema up first, handing the baby over for a moment so he could lift her easily.“You don’t have to carry me every time,” Hema mumbled, half-blushing, half-teasing as he lifted her as if she weighed nothing.“You say that as if I’m going to stop,” Zayden smirked. “Let me enjoy being your crutch for a while longer.”He helped her to the spacious cabin of the jet, where a luxurious bed had alre
Zayden stood by Hema’s side as she slowly made her way down the hospital corridor, holding tightly onto his hand. Every step she took was careful, her body still sore, but determined. She didn’t complain. Her grip on his hand tightened whenever the pain in her abdomen throbbed, but she said nothing—only looked ahead, her face slightly pale but strong.Zayden, ever watchful, didn’t take his eyes off her for even a second.“You don’t have to push yourself,” he said gently, adjusting his arm around her waist.“I’m not pushing,” she whispered. “I just want to feel normal again.”Zayden chuckled softly.They reached the end of the hallway, and Hema paused near the window, looking outside at the golden morning sun spreading across the hospital lawn. She took a breath, soaking in the warmth. But the next moment, her knees buckled slightly.“Hema!” Zayden immediately pulled her close.She didn’t fall. She collapsed forward—right into his chest, her forehead resting just above his heart. Her a