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Chapter 195 A New Beginning
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. Rachna and Rahul were entranced by the stunning landscape enveloping them for an extended period. The beauty of their surroundings held them spellbound. Eventually, Rahul turned to face Rachna, pulling her on top of him and looking directly into her eyes. "Hey," he said softly, stroking her bare arm. "Are you happy?" Rachna thought for a moment. "Yes, we are meeting after such a long time," she replied with a wide grin. "How come?" He asked. "Because you're amazing and kind and smart. And handsome. And wonderful. All the people here admire you. You looked after this place so well in my absence. You're great, Rahul. People always appreciate good things. That's what makes life worthwhile." She gazed into his eyes. His eyes reflected her own, and a smile crossed Rahul's face. He kissed her gently, wrapped his a
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Lies And Betrayal Chapter 539 The Serpent and the Crown
The Geopolitical Pivot and the Price of a Secret.The silence in the penthouse was a deliberate, expensive construction, far heavier than the humid, smog-choked air of Delhi. Two days had passed since the news cycle devoured Agent Priti Desai, spitting out the bones of a brilliant career and replacing them with a lurid tale of corruption, narcotics, and international smuggling. The speed of the fall—the completeness of the erasure—had been breathtaking, a true theatre of power.Savita stood before the floor-to-ceiling glass, gazing not at the cityscape but at her own reflection. She was wrapped in a simple, ash-grey silk dressing gown, a colour that made her skin seem impossibly warm and her eyes, usually alight with political fire, appear deep and contemplative.“A clean sweep,” she murmured, lifting one hand to the cold glass. “The American hand that shut us down, erased by a domestic one. And the domestic hand, i
Lies And Betrayal Chapter 538 The Architect of Shadows
The Golden Contraband and the Serpent’s Nest.The den of Mantu Singh was not a shadowy warehouse or a dank basement. It was a penthouse suite thirty-six floors above the smog-choked, ceaseless sprawl of Mumbai, a palace of glass, polished marble, and imported silence. The only concession to his profession was the omnipresent, heavy-gauge steel door and the way the light filtered through the tinted windows, giving the room a perpetual, deep-sea-amber glow.Mantu Singh was a man built on patience and the cold, unyielding logic of cash flow. His empire wasn't a riot of violence; it was a system, a well-oiled machine of corruption that ran on the simple truth of human venality. He had been a low-level cleaner at an airport, seeing the endless parade of wealth slip past customs, seeing the tired, underpaid ground staff. He had simply systematised the inevitable: the compromise of good me
Lies And Betrayal Chapter 537 The Invisible Hand
A Sudden, Systemic Halt in the Kingmaker’s Court.The heat in Basti was a constant, malevolent presence, but on the morning the entire operation ground to a stop, the air felt strangely calm, charged with the nervous static of an impending storm. Karen, fresh from a series of exhausting, intimate 'intelligence-gathering' sessions with Rahul, was in a makeshift site office with Roberts and Lara, reviewing the preliminary land surveys of the Nagpur ‘satellite’ parcels. She was buoyant, energised by her double game, feeling completely in control of her treacherous strategy.“The trusts are established, Karen,” Roberts murmured, his voice low and professional, hiding his own treasonous alliance with Vinod and Rubi. “Lara’s team has the initial funds routed via Singapore. We are ready to move on the periphery the minute the official announcement lands.”Karen smiled, a tight, predatory curve of her lips. “Excellent. While the Kingmaker’s court is bus
Lies And Betrayal Chapter 536 The Unexpected Cargo
The Kingmaker's Gold and the Accountant's Temptation.Delhi’s air was not the heavy, honest sweat of Basti’s physical labour, but a refined, air-conditioned lethargy. It clung to the silk of the curtains and deepened the colour of the Persian rug in Rachna’s opulent, fiercely private suite. Here, two hundred miles from the dust and the dismantling of the Boeing 747, the true accounting of power was taking place.Rachna, the strategist, the financier, the mind that moved the shell companies like chess pieces, stood at the floor-to-ceiling window, looking out over the glittering, indifferent expanse of the city. She was dressed in an emerald-green slip that clung to her with the same exacting precision she applied to her balance sheets—a display of effortless, controlled power. Her face, usually a mask of whip-crack efficiency, held a flicker of something close to impatience. She was waiting for her weapon to report.Rahul
Lies And Betrayal Chapter 535 The Currency of Closeness
The Satellite Land and the Double Agent’s Kiss.The heat of Basti was a physical thing, a dry, suffocating blanket that pressed down on the corrugated tin roof of their temporary prefab dwelling. It was a utilitarian, air-conditioned box dropped onto the edge of the sprawling highway site, a stark contrast to the opulent Mumbai suites and Nagpur guest houses that housed their counterparts. Karen, however, found a perverse utility in the sparseness. It stripped away the pretence, leaving only raw ambition, a massive, segmented 747 carcass outside, and the magnetic, complicated man beside her.Rahul was a creature of comfort and silk, yet here he was, stripped down to a pair of drawstring pyjama bottoms, his skin slick with sweat that the weak AC unit fought a losing battle against. His presence, warm
Lies And Betrayal Chapter 534 The Geopolitics of Desire
The Architect of Power: A Tale of Ambition, Intrigue, and the Art of Political Dynasty.In Basti, the relentless heat of the Indian plains baked the massive, segmented hulk of the Boeing 747. The clang of metal and the low thrum of machinery were the soundtrack to the unmaking of an aeroplane and the building of a political dynasty. Down on the highway site, Karen, the CEO of Bong, was fixated on the precision of the deconstruction, arguing with her local contractors about the inadequate crane capacity for the Rolls-Royce engines. Her focus was purely technological—the preservation of the asset, the structural integrity of the wing segments. She believed her company's intellectual property and the flawless execution of this complex salvage operation were their ultimate leverage. Yet, as the sun climbed higher, the dust of the Indian earth seemed
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