As soon as the man jumped off the train with Barkat’s purse, her eyes widened in shock. For a moment, her heartbeat skipped, and she almost lost her balance. Just as she was about to fall, a strong hand grabbed her wrist from behind and pulled her back onto the train. She was safe—but the man who had stolen her purse had vanished into the crowd.

Tears welled up in Barkat’s eyes. The man who had saved her scolded, " Pagal ho kya tum?? Kuch paiso ke liye tum apni jaan dene wali thi?? Just for some money? Really? Do you think people who commit such petty crimes would ever take pity on you and return your purse?"

Barkat wasn’t listening. She was too lost in her own grief, staring blankly outside the train window. It wasn’t as if the photo in her purse was the only picture she had of her mother, but getting another one meant calling home. And if she called home, she would have to admit what had happened—that her purse had been stolen.

It had taken a lot of effort to get permission to come to Mumbai. And she hadn’t even reached the city yet, but all her money was already gone. With a heavy heart, she sank into her seat, picked up her phone, and hesitantly dialed her brother Akhil. But before she could press the call button, she lost her nerve and put the phone aside.

Meanwhile, Mumbai

At college, Adheer stormed out of the dean’s office. His group of friends stood waiting for him outside, but before any of them could say a word, he snapped, "Mujhe Kisii Madarchod ki bakwas nahi sunni!! So I’m leaving—see you all tomorrow!"

With that, he walked straight to the parking lot, got into his car, and was about to drive off when suddenly, a girl opened the car door and slid into the passenger seat. She looked at him with a smirk and said, "tumhaara mood kuch jyada hi off hai kya."

Annoyed, Adheer glared at her. "Didn’t you hear me? I said I don’t want to talk to anyone. Why are you wasting my time?"

The girl, Ahana, met his gaze and smiled. "I know you’re upset. That’s why I’m here—to cheer you up."

With a playful grin, she unzipped her jacket, slipped it off, and tossed it into the backseat. Then, leaning in closer, she pressed her lips against his, kissing him passionately. Almost instinctively, Adheer’s hands moved to her back, pulling her in as he responded to her kiss.

A few moments later, Ahana pulled away and teased, "If you want more, let’s go to the farmhouse."

Adheer leaned his head back against the seat, lighting a cigarette. Ahana watched him, waiting for a response. She was his girlfriend—at least for name sake. But she knew very well that he wasn’t exclusive to her. He flirted, and even got intimate, with other girls right in front of her. And she didn’t mind. For her, this was all perfectly normal.

Blowing out a cloud of smoke toward her, Adheer said coldly, "Get out of the car."

Ahana blinked in surprise. "But I just wanted to make you feel better, Adheer baby. Please!" she pleaded, placing a hand on his chest.

This time, his voice was sharper. "Do you not understand things the first time? I said, leave. If I feel like it, I’ll call you. You can come to the farmhouse then. But for now, just go othenwise m gonna fuck your ass right here "

Without another word, he started the car. Ahana had no choice but to step out. Disappointment was written all over her face as she watched him speed away, leaving her standing alone in the parking lot.

Just then, another girl, Shivani, walked up to her with a smug expression. "Oops! Looks like Adheer just threw you out of his car. So sad! Maybe you just don’t have what it takes to keep him interested. That’s probably why, even while being with you, he still goes after other girls."

Ahana’s eyes flashed with anger. "Mind your language," she snapped. "He goes to other girls because I’m not the kind of girlfriend who tries to control her man. He’s my boyfriend, not my husband. If a guy wants to explore, change his mood, or try something new, what’s the problem? I’m not some typical girl with outdated thinking. And, for the record, Adheer doesn’t like girls who think like you.

"So, do yourself a favor and stay away from him. The whole college knows what Adheer and I have. But you also know that he’ll never give you a second glance—so don’t even try."

With that, Ahana turned and walked away, leaving Shivani fuming in frustration.

By nightfall, Adheer’s car was still speeding down the road. He had already finished four to five bottles of wine while driving and was now completely intoxicated. Suddenly, he remembered that he had asked Priya to meet him at the Taj Hotel. Without a second thought, he turned his car toward the hotel.

A While Later

He arrived at the hotel and went straight to Room 302. As soon as he entered, he sank into the couch. Moments later, a waiter brought him another drink. He was already heavily drunk, but he took another sip anyway.

Just then, there was a knock at the door. Adheer turned his gaze toward it and saw Priya standing there. She was wearing a short white dress, her makeup perfectly done to enhance her striking features.

Adheer gestured with his fingers for her to come in. Priya walked up to him and, in the next moment, settled herself on his lap. Looking into his eyes, she pouted, “I felt really bad when you left me hanging today… I mean, I have such big dreams!”

Adheer smirked, his gaze dropping to her chest. “Well, along with dreams, you have big boobs too.”

Priya giggled. “In college, things aren’t as easy… but tonight, you and I are going to enjoy ourselves fully.”

She cupped his face in her hands and leaned in, her lips inches away from his. But before she could kiss him, Adheer pulled back slightly and murmured, “What’s the rush?”

He leaned toward the table, picked up his glass of wine, and took a slow sip. Meanwhile, Priya was playfully unbuttoning his shirt. Just as she was about to lean in again, Adheer suddenly grabbed her face and crashed his lips against hers.

In the next moment, the wine he had been drinking flowed straight into Priya’s mouth. For a brief second, she gasped in shock. But then, she understood his game. Smirking, she placed a hand behind his head and deepened the kiss, her passion matching his growing intensity.

As they lost themselves in the heat of the moment, Adheer lifted Priya in his arms and carried her toward the bed. Once they reached it, he broke the kiss and tossed her onto the mattress. Without wasting a second, he pulled off his shirt, the buttons already loosened by Priya’s teasing fingers.

Priya slid the straps of her dress off her shoulders and shot him a seductive look. Adheer smirked and leaned over her, his lips trailing along her neck, cleavage and boobs, he was sucking her nipples badly!!

She ran her hands through his hair, shivering at the sensation.

“Damn… you’re so hot,” she whispered breathlessly, feeling his tongue against her nipples.

Adheer looked into her eyes and murmured, “Nights are usually cold, but tonight… you’re going to burn in fire.”

With that, he pulled her dress away from her body, then began to lovingly kiss her breasts.

His lips caressed her nipples, gently suckling them. Moments later, he shifted his attention to the delicate valley below, lavishing it with the warmth of his tongue. he Was licking her pussy with so much wildness

Priya, feeling the hot waves of Adhir's tongue within her core, lost all sense of control. "Uff, Adhir," she gasped, "your tongue isn't enough for me... I need your manhood... take me... I want your dick inside my pussy..."

Adhir gave a crooked smile, and in the next instant, he plunged his manhood into Priya's depths. He moved within her, slowly at first, then with increasing fervor, and Priya's soft cries of pleasure mingled with Adhir's deep breaths, echoing through the room... and the rhythm continued throughout the night.

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Around 4 AM

Adheer lay on his back, panting against the pillow, staring at Priya, who was completely exhausted.

She took a deep breath and smirked. “You were damn crazy!”

Adheer didn’t say a word—just flashed a lopsided smirk. Then, without warning, he sat up and began getting dressed.

Priya frowned. “What are you doing? Why are you putting your clothes on?”

Adheer buttoned his shirt casually and replied, “I can’t sleep here. I need rest, so I’m going to my farmhouse. You can stay here and rest. No one will disturb you.”

He walked over to the table, picked up his wallet and phone—which he had put on flight mode as soon as Priya arrived—and pulled out some cash. Tossing it onto the bed, he smirked, “for your shopping”

Priya chuckled, picking up the money. Adheer turned to leave, but then he paused. His gaze fell on the wine bottle on the table. He grabbed it, took a long sip, and then walked out of the room without looking back.

As soon as he was gone, Priya let out a sigh and glanced at the money in her hands. “Well… this month’s expenses are covered,” she muttered with a smirk, fanning herself with the cash.

Meanwhile…

Adheer sat in his car, heading toward his farmhouse. He never went home—he lived at the Ranaut farmhouse instead.

At the same time, at the train station, Barkat was desperately trying to call Nandini, the only person she knew in Mumbai, who was supposed to pick her up. But no matter how many times she dialed, Nandini wasn’t answering.

A wave of fear gripped Barkat’s heart. It was her first time in an unfamiliar city, and after what had happened on the train, she was terrified of every stranger around her.

Summoning all her courage, she dragged her luggage outside the station and approached an auto-rickshaw driver. She handed him the address of Nandini’s PG and got inside.

As the auto moved forward, the driver kept glancing at her through the mirror, his gaze unsettling. But Barkat was too distracted, staring at her phone, continuously trying to call Nandini.

Her heart pounded with fear. She had never felt more alone.