Billionaire hubby's dark desires

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Hoshiarpur, 6:00 PM

A golden glow settled over the quiet lanes of Hoshiarpur as the sun dipped behind the trees, painting the sky in hues of orange and crimson. The light breeze carried the faint scent of jasmine that danced through the windows of the Sharma household. Inside, a sense of calm and relief filled the air.

Saira had just returned from her final exam, the strap of her bag slipping off her shoulder as she stepped into the house. She looked tired but satisfied, her eyes reflecting the peace that came after weeks of hard work.

"Ma, sab exams acche gaye," she said, her voice light, but her smile brighter than usual.

Her mother, Meera Sharma, emerged from the kitchen with a soft towel in her hand. "Bhagwan tera bhala kare, beta," she said, cupping her daughter's face. "Ab bas Rathore Enterprises se mail aa jaye."

Saira's heart skipped a beat at the mention of that name. Rathore Enterprises — the place she had dreamt of working for since the day she understood ambition. A name that stood not only for power and prestige but for the mystery and charm surrounding its heir, Ahir Rathore.

"Main fresh ho ke thodi der leti hoon, Ma," Saira said, heading toward her room.

She changed into a comfortable kurti, tied her hair up in a loose bun, and fell onto the bed. Her limbs were heavy, but her heart was light. Within minutes, her breath evened out, and she drifted into a deep sleep — unaware of the shadow that watched her from beyond the window.

A tall figure stood silently outside her room, half-hidden behind the neem tree. His eyes — dark, cold, and unreadable — were fixed on her resting face. There was no emotion in his gaze, no movement in his limbs. He stood there like a statue, absorbing every detail of the girl inside.

After what seemed like minutes, he turned away. His footsteps were soundless as he moved across the yard and disappeared into the narrow alley behind the house. A little ahead, he stopped, took out a phone, and dialed a number.

"Kaam ho gaya. Jaise kaha tha, waise hi ho raha hai," he murmured.

The voice on the other side gave a short reply, and the call ended. Without another glance back, the man vanished into the deepening shadows.

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Delhi – Rathore Enterprises, Ahir's Private Cabin

In the heart of Delhi's corporate district, nestled in a sleek glass tower that almost touched the clouds, Ahir Rathore leaned back in his chair. His sharp eyes skimmed across the documents on his desk. His dark grey suit, tailored to perfection, molded to his powerful frame as he exhaled with focus.

The meeting had gone perfectly. As expected.

He had secured the multi-crore defense project that dozens of companies had been eyeing. But he wasn't proud. He was just satisfied. Business victories were routine for him.

His assistant knocked.

"Sir, your car is ready."

Ahir stood up, clicked his watch, and walked toward the private lift built inside his cabin — a privilege only the Rathores could afford in their own empire.

Within minutes, he descended to the basement where his car — a matte black Maybach — awaited him. The bodyguard standing beside the door opened it instantly.

Three more cars followed — two ahead, one behind. All tinted, all filled with highly trained security professionals.

As they cruised through the Delhi roads, his head bodyguard leaned forward.

"Sir, ek baat notice ki hai. Jab se office se nikle hain, kuch gaadiyan peeche peeche aa rahi hain. Lagta hai koi hamare convoy ko track kar raha hai."

Ahir's lips curled into a smirk, but his eyes were hard. "Let them," he said coldly. "Sometimes it's better to let rats believe they're invisible."

He gave a few quiet instructions, then turned his gaze back to the tablet in his hand and joined an ongoing video meeting as if nothing had happened.

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Rathore Mansion – Outskirts of Delhi

The gates of Rathore Mansion opened slowly as Ahir's car entered the estate. The mansion — majestic, historical, and eerily quiet — stood like a silent fortress amidst acres of private land. Its outer beauty didn't even match the opulence hidden within its massive stone walls.

As the car halted in front of the steps, his guard rushed to open the door.

Ahir stepped out — his tall frame and aura intimidating even in silence. His presence alone could send a chill down the spine of anyone who dared oppose him. He adjusted his watch, unbuttoned his coat, and walked up the stairs.

As he was about to push open the grand doors, an aged voice called from within:

"Ahir, beta! Kahaan rehta hai tu? Roz kehte hain ek baar toh nazar aaya kar… aur tu toh raat mein bhi mansion nahi aata. Bade naaraz hain hum tujhse."

It was Sumitra Rathore, his grandmother. Draped in a simple cotton saree, she came forward with a slight limp and watery eyes. Her husband, Balraj Rathore, followed behind.

"What will you say to him, Bhaagyawaan? He's become so busy, he doesn't even have time for his old grandparents."

Sumitra added teasingly, "Isiliye toh kehte hain… is nikamme ko jaldi se shaadi kara do. Ek padhi-likhi bahu le aayega toh kaam mein bhi lagega aur humein ek par-pota bhi de dega. Fir hum chain se mar sakte hain."

Ahir stopped mid-step, his jaw clenched. He looked at his grandmother — his voice low but firm.

"Daadi… maut ki baatein mat kiya kijiye."

His words carried such weight that even the air around them fell silent. Sumitra blinked, taken aback. Ahir took a deep breath, softened a bit, and walked forward.

"Daadi, main ghar mein kadam bhi nahi rakha aur aapne phir se meri shaadi ki baat chhed di. Jab mujhe meri pasand ki dulhan milegi, main khud laake aapke haath mein uska haath doonga."

Sumitra smiled with teary eyes and caressed his cheek. "Jab bhi laye, bas dil se laye."

Ahir simply nodded and walked inside.

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Hoshiarpur – Saira's Room

Night had fallen. The street outside was now dimly lit, the soft hum of crickets replacing the noise of the day. Inside her room, Saira sat cross-legged on her bed, her laptop open in front of her, refreshing her inbox repeatedly.

"Bas ek mail… ek hi mail…" she whispered.

Her heart pounded in her chest, her mind racing with hopes and doubts. What if they had already selected someone? What if her resume didn't impress them enough? What if her dreams had been… just dreams?

Then—

Ping.

Her inbox blinked.

Subject: Interview Confirmation – Rathore Enterprises

Saira stared at the screen, eyes wide, breath held. She clicked it open, her hands trembling.

"Dear Ms. Saira Sharma,

We are pleased to inform you that your profile has been shortlisted for an interview with Rathore Enterprises. Please report to our Delhi HQ next week…"

She covered her mouth with her hand as tears spilled from her eyes. A thousand emotions surged inside her — joy, disbelief, pride, fear.

"Ma… Ma!!" she shouted, her voice cracking.

Meera came running, thinking something had gone wrong. But when she saw the tears in her daughter's eyes and the screen in front of her, her heart swelled with happiness.

"Ma, mail aa gaya… mujhe interview ke liye bulaya hai… Rathore Enterprises ne!"

Meera hugged her daughter tightly. "Meri bacchi… Bhagwan tera bhala kare…"

But outside their house, somewhere hidden in the darkness — someone was watching.

To Be Continued ▶️

Lemme know if u r a foreigner reader so I can write dialogues in eng too as rest of the chapter ❤️🧿

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Teaser for Next Part:

• Who is this mysterious man who keeps watching Saira?

• Will Saira be able to travel to Delhi safely?

• What happens when Saira and Ahir finally cross paths?

Stay tuned to find out in the next part of "Billionaire Ceo hubby's dark desires " ✍️

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