Recap: Vikram wins the project and Nisha tries to seduce Vikram
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“Darling, we can explore fantasies together… I’ll show you a heaven you’ve never even imagined,” Nisha purred, her voice thick with seduction. “I love to be wild with you. Don’t you want to feel your manhood set on fire?”
She moved closer, her body barely inches away. “Come on, love… ready to witness heaven?”
Vikram gave a faint smile. “Yes, I would love to see heaven… but… hmmm.”
“But what?” she asked with a playful pout. “Come on, look at me. Am I sexy?” She winked at him.
“I have a surprise for you,” Vikram said calmly.
Nisha chuckled. “Hmm, not bad. If you already knew me, why did we waste all these days? That’s okay. It’ll be even more pleasurable to have our first time here, in such a place. Now, tell me what’s the surprise…”
As she tried to touch him, Vikram took a step back. Suddenly, the lights turned on.
Sana stood at the doorway, her presence fierce and composed.
Nisha’s expression changed instantly. “What are you doing here? Don’t you see we’re in our private time? Get lost!”
Without a word, Sana walked toward her and slapped her hard across the face. She looked around the room with distaste.
“Not bad,” Sana muttered. “The arrangements are pretty good… but what shall I say… hmm. Vikram, can you stay out?”
“Yes, Your Highness,” Vikram replied, stepping out without hesitation.
Sana turned back to Nisha, her tone icy. “So, you wanted my Vikram?”
“What’s wrong in that?” Nisha snapped. “He’s a Greek god. He deserves someone like me. So, you better stay away.”
“You think Vikram will fall for you?”
“I can make him,” Nisha said confidently.
Suddenly, Sana grabbed her wrist, twisted it back, and clutched Nisha’s hair with her other hand.
“You bloody bitch… how dare you try to seduce my husband right in front of me?” Sana growled. “What did you say? Fantasies? I’ll show you the reward for your filthy fantasies.”
She shoved Nisha down and picked up a knife from the table. With one swift motion, she cut off chunks of Nisha’s hair.
Dragging her to the mirror, Sana forced her to look. “Look at yourself now. Don’t ever think I’m the old Sana who’d let go. I will go to any extent to protect Vikram. And look at that dress… aren’t you ashamed, bitch?”
She grabbed Nisha’s throat, suffocating her.
“Leave me… please…” Nisha choked.
“Not so soon. You spoke a lot. It’s my time to speak now.”
Sana dragged her by the hair and slammed her into the wall. Slaps rained down until Nisha’s cheeks were swollen, blood trickling from her mouth and forehead.
“I’m sorry… please leave me. I won’t do it again…” Nisha cried.
“Don’t ever dare to get close to my man again. I will kill you,” Sana hissed. “And you’ll pay for backstabbing Vikram and leaking our presentation to Akash.”
She stormed out. Vikram stood outside, speaking on the phone, with Sharath beside him.
“Shall we leave, Vikky?” Sana asked.
“What did you do?” Vikram questioned.
“Nothing. Just gave her some advice so she won’t repeat her mistake.”
“She tried to seduce your husband, and you just advised her?”
“It’s not my fault I’m kind and humble, Vikky. Now let’s go.”
As they walked away, Vikram turned back and gave a subtle signal to Sharath. He nodded in response.
“What did you say to Sharath bro?” Sana asked.
“To fire her and throw her back to India.”
“Hmm, okay.”
“Why did you wait so long before stepping in? She was talking such filth.”
“I was raging. If I stepped in right away, I would’ve killed her. I needed to calm down first.”
“Hmmm.”
Back at the party hall, they found Pugazh, Pranitha, and Sara.
“What took you so long, Sana?” Pranitha asked.
“Nothing. He just had to change his suit,” Sana replied.
“Vikram, introduce my sister now,” Pugazh prompted.
“I need to do that first,” Vikram smiled.
He introduced Sana to every elite guest at the party. Then he led her to the dance floor, placing his hand on her waist.
Sana circled his neck with her arms, and they danced gracefully to the music. His fingers grazed her waist, making her cheeks flush.
Vikram pulled her close, his arms wrapping tightly around her waist as the music swelled around them. The dim lights danced in her eyes, and she looked up at him with a mischievous glint.
“Vikky, I have a doubt,” Sana murmured, her voice soft against the rhythm of their swaying bodies.
“Yeah? Tell me,” he said, brushing a strand of hair from her face.
“Did you ever really wish for any fantasies?” she asked, tilting her head curiously.
He arched a brow. “Are you asking just because she brought it up?”
“No,” she said, her tone firm. “I genuinely want to know. All these bitches throw fantasies at my husband. Why shouldn’t I ask?”
Vikram chuckled. “Of course you can ask. But I’m afraid if I answer truthfully… you might beat me.”
“I won’t,” she said, narrowing her eyes. “Now spill it. I want to know.”
“I’ll tell you,” he said, leaning closer with a grin, “but only if you’re ready to make it happen.”
“I can’t promise that,” she laughed. “But I still want to hear it.”
He leaned down, his breath warm against her ear. “At least once… I want us to be together… in nature. Under the sky. Out in the open.”
Sana gasped, scandalized, and playfully smacked his chest. But before she could say a word, Vikram grinned wickedly and swept her off her feet, spinning her effortlessly with the music.
She blushed a deep red as the room’s attention shifted toward them.
“Vikky, put me down,” she hissed, giggling. “Everyone’s watching!”
“Let them watch,” he said proudly, twirling her once more before slowly lowering her to the ground. “Let them see Vikram’s queen… Let them be jealous of our love. Let them know you’re the only one who rules me.”
Her heart fluttered at his words. “Fine,” she said, her cheeks still burning. “That’s enough. Put me down.”
He did, but not before pressing a soft kiss to her forehead.
Vikram gently lowered her and kissed her forehead as the music ended. Applause erupted around them, admiring their love.
The party wrapped up. Vikram, Sana, Pugazh, and Pranitha returned home. Sara slept peacefully in Sana’s arms.
Everyone headed to their rooms. Vikram stepped out to make a call.
Meanwhile, Sharath entered Nisha’s room.
“What are you doing here?” Nisha asked nervously.
“I have a reward for what you did. But seems like my madam is even more cruel than my boss.”
Sharath’s phone buzzed. A video call from Vikram.
“Sir… I was waiting for your call,” Sharath answered.
Vikram appeared on the screen, smirking. “Hello, Ms. Nisha. Good to see my wife showed you her strength. That’s her decision, and I don’t interfere in that. But let’s discuss our deal.”
“There’s nothing left to talk about,” Nisha spat, fury in her eyes. “That woman will pay for doing this to me!”
On the screen, Vikram let out a quiet chuckle. “I’m trying hard not to laugh. Even in this state, you still want to fight?”
“I will fight!” she growled, her pride refusing to bend.
Vikram leaned forward, his voice cold and final. “I just called to say goodbye. Rest in peace.” He glanced at Sharath. “Sharath, call me once you’re done.”
“Okay, sir,” Sharath replied calmly and ended the call.
The room fell silent except for Nisha’s shallow, panicked breaths. Sharath slipped his phone into his pocket and turned to her with a grim expression.
“So… ready?”
Her bravado cracked. “Hey—Sharath, don’t kill me. Please. You’ll suffer like I’m suffering now if you do this,” she pleaded.
Sharath raised an eyebrow. “Why would I suffer?”
“Because he’ll do the same to you one day!” she said desperately. “Don’t believe him. Let me go. I’ll take you to Akash. He’ll reward us—immensely.”
Sharath gave a short laugh. “Why would I need more when I already have enough?”
“You’re an idiot!” she snapped. “I can show you a luxurious life!”
“Nisha, stop.” His voice turned steely. “You should’ve thought of all this before betraying Vikram and siding with Akash.”
“If you kill me, you’ll get caught—you’ll regret it forever!”
“I’m not worried. I know how to handle the aftermath,” he said coolly.
“Sharath, don’t do this,” she begged, her voice cracking. “Whatever you want—I’ll give it to you!”
He took a step closer, his eyes narrowing. “Once in a while, I get a chance to show my power. Why would I let it slip away?”
“Power?” she scoffed through her fear. “What power do you have? You’re just a damn PA!”
Sharath laughed—a dark, amused sound that echoed through the room. He bent down slightly, staring into her eyes.
“PA?” he whispered. “You really think I’m just a personal assistant?” His grin widened. “There’s a secret no one knows. No one… except Vikram.”
Nisha stared, stunned and silent.
“And since you’re not going to be around much longer,” he continued, “let me give you a parting gift.” His voice dropped to a deadly whisper. “I’m not Vikram’s PA.
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