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A Maratha MP with a silver-streaked empire built on family, party, and a wife who shines in public while rotting his private world keeps his one true vulnerability hidden: Meghna, the divorced Brahmin he made CEO and mistress, who sees the man beneath the tailored suits. She manages his son’s public image while he guards her daughter from shadows no one can trace, their love conducted in emptied offices and farmhouses where Nagpur’s whispers never reach. The city suspects everything, but a man like Vikramditya Mahadik doesn’t leave proof—only a chair she earned, and a hunger neither of them pretends is equal.
june 25- monkey communication, meghnas cabin, clock crossed 6.15, and rhytm changed as last 15 min of working day, meghna has her plan of evening in family till her phone ring it was rajyawardhan, meg
Vikram's hand twists in Meghna's hair, yanking her up from the sheets and dragging her across the bed until she's on her knees before the flat's full-length mirror, her reflection flushed and debauche