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Daren Sajwan was the only child raised amidst the royal habits of his wealthy father. First, he stubbornly insisted on marrying a young girl of his own choice, and later, without any hesitation, he indulged in an affair with another woman. As a result, his marriage inevitably hit a rough patch. But when he, in turn, was deceived in the same way he had betrayed his wife, he lost his mind. So much so that this immoral, wayward, and unethical man ignored even his own premonitions—his déjà vu.

second sight

Dheeraj was with Jassi at the moment, who worked as a technical expert with the Delhi Police.

"I need to track some mobile numbers in a certain case."

"That's a minor task," Jassi said. "But my question is something else."

"You are currently…" Jassi hesitated, "…under suspension."

"So, suspension doesn't stop me from doing my job."

"And don't forget," Dheeraj changed his tone, "I'm only suspended, not rusticated, not dismissed."

"Even in my current state, I am still an officer."

"Yeah, yeah, all that's fine, but my question was different."

"Just that, when you're already benched, what's the need to stir up trouble?"

"Suspended—yes, that's true," Dheeraj said patiently. "But sitting at home? That's false."

"Forget about that. Just tell me, are you doing this job for me or not?"

Dheeraj took a deep breath of relief and opened the file he had obtained from the commissioner's office.

When Darien Sajwan rang the doorbell, he absentmindedly rubbed the dial of his wristwatch with his other hand while waiting for the door to open. In doing so, his eyes naturally fell on the time.

On that bitterly cold night, it was only quarter to ten, but due to the thick layer of dark clouds outside, the night felt much deeper.

Just then, the door opened, and she stood in front of him.

Dressed in barely-there clothes, taking full advantage of the central heating system in the flat, Neeta opened the door and bit her lower lip playfully as she looked at him.

Seeing her like that, Darien saw nothing else.

He took a deep breath, stepped inside, closed the door, and within the next minute, he was in the bedroom, lost in his special toys—his super-specialty toys—in such a way that the rest of the world ceased to exist for him.

"Hey, wait a second," Neeta protested half-heartedly.

As if Darien would stop because of that!

About twenty minutes later, when the storm had calmed, Neeta got up and walked into the attached bathroom of the bedroom. Behind her, Darien lit a cigarette and started thinking about how this woman made him forget the whole world while holding her close.

How, in front of her, he forgot his own existence, drowning in her breath!

So much so that he even forgot that this woman was still secretly seeing someone else behind his back and deceiving him.

Just then, the bathroom door opened, and Neeta re-entered the room.

She had fixed her makeup in the bathroom, tied her hair back tightly, and best of all—she was still wearing nothing.

"What's the matter?" he asked her. "Didn't put on your gadget?"

"The same one that makes a mountain out of a molehill," Darien said, rubbing his cigarette into the ashtray on the side table with a smirk.

"No!" Neeta, still smiling, pretended to resist as she lay down on the bed, pulled up the blanket, and said, "I'm tired."

With bloodshot eyes, Darien grabbed her again.

"No," Neeta tried to remove his hand and said, "not now."

Drowning in desire, Darien didn't respond.

Ladies and gentlemen—this kind of love has no dignity.

Outside, the sky might have been on the brink of a heavy downpour, but the real storm was raging inside.

part 15