Billionaire hubby's dark desires

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Hoshiarpur, Punjab

Saira's House

"Mommmm!" Saira suddenly screamed, snapping out of her thoughts.

Within seconds, her mother and younger brother came rushing into her room—only to find her on the bed, jumping and dancing like a maniac, joy pouring out of her with every move.

"What the hell, fatty?!" her brother laughed, half annoyed, half amused. "You trying to break the bed now or what?"

She shot him a deadly glare before hopping off the bed and running straight to her mother, grabbing her hand and pulling her into an impromptu dance.

Their living room echoed with laughter, and for those few minutes, life felt light—beautiful.

Seeing her daughter so overwhelmed with happiness, Saira's mother paused, her brows furrowed with a soft concern. "Ladoo, what happened? Why are you so happy today? Tell me."

Saira stopped, her chest still heaving from all the dancing, but her eyes gleaming. "Mumma… I got a mail. From Rathore Enterprises. I've been shortlisted for the interview! I'm going to Delhi next week!"

Her mother gasped.

"What?!" her brother echoed.

A second later, the three of them wrapped each other into a tight embrace, tears shining in her mother's eyes. Pride swelled in her chest, and her heart thudded in disbelief, in joy—her daughter had done something incredible.

Rathore Enterprises wasn't just any company. It was the company—India's top conglomerate, known not just in the country, but across Asia.

Her mother stroked her hair gently, whispering against her head, "I know, my child. You'll not only crack this interview, you'll also make a place for yourself there. You will. I have full faith in you."

"Absolutely, Di," her younger brother chimed in with his signature smirk, "I mean, I've seen you work your ass off. If anyone deserves this, it's you. No one else."

Saira chuckled softly and looked at both of them.

"I don't know if I'll get the job or not," she said honestly. "I mean, it's Rathore Enterprises… It's the dream. Not just for me, but for thousands out there. But what I do know is, I'll give it everything I have. I won't hold back."

Her mother nodded.

"Yes. That's all that matters, Ladoo. We only get what's truly written for us. And what's ours… no one can take away."

"Exactly, Mumma."

The moment was warm, sincere, quiet.

Her mother glanced at the clock.

"Alright, enough excitement for tonight," she said gently. "Now all of us need to get some sleep. It's Sunday tomorrow, and we're all going to visit Kuldevi's temple first thing in the morning. We'll seek blessings—for you, and your future, my love."

Saira hugged her again, planting a kiss on her cheek. "Thank you, Mumma. For everything. You're the best."

"And you're my heart," her mother whispered, holding her tight before heading out.

She shooed her brother and mother to their rooms, then finally settled back onto her bed, her thoughts slowly beginning to settle.

She thought about calling her best friend, Koyal. She was dying to ask if she had also gotten the email. But the clock said it was already late, and she didn't want to disturb her. Tomorrow morning, she told herself.

For now, all she needed was rest.

But as she lay there, in the silence of her room, her mind refused to quieten. Thought after thought, memory after memory started to haunt her.

And then—suddenly, her chest tightened.

Her breathing became shallow, her fingers trembling.

She sat up, gasping for air, her face pale. A tear slipped down her cheek.

Panicking, she fumbled for the drawer beside her bed, her hands shaking as she pulled it open and grabbed her emergency meds.

Popping the pill into her mouth, she swallowed it dry.

Within minutes, the tightness began to ease. Her breathing returned to normal. The ache—the silent, strangling ache that had become an invisible part of her—subsided.

She lay back, eyes fluttering shut.

Not now, she whispered to herself. I have so much to do… please, not now.

And with that, the night finally took her in its arms. Sleep came slow… but it came.

What she didn't know, however, was that someone had been watching her all along.

From the shadowed edges beyond her window, a man stood quietly, unseen. Hidden in the dark. He had been there… the whole time.

And when he saw her break down, struggling to breathe, nearly crumbling—

He immediately pulled out his phone and called someone.

"She needed her meds again," he whispered into the phone, keeping his voice low. "Same pattern. Tonight was bad. Something triggered her."

There was a pause on the other side.

He kept watching her through the thin curtain.

"She's fine now," he said, barely audible. "I'll keep you updated."

And he cut the call.

His eyes lingered on her one last time before he slowly disappeared into the darkness.

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Next Morning

New Delhi, AR Haveli

The morning sun filtered into the glass walls of the Rathore family's private gym. It was early—quiet. And the only sound was the rhythmic breathing and sharp punches landing on the heavy bag.

Ahir Rathore, heir to the Rathore empire, was drenched in sweat, his body focused, disciplined, alert.

But last night?

Last night, he had done something unusual.

He had secretly visited the AR Villa—without informing a single soul. Entering silently, leaving without a trace.

Nobody noticed.

Nobody ever did.

And just as he finished a long set, about to grab his towel, a sweet, chirpy voice echoed into the gym.

"Brother! You remember your promise, right? You said you'll take me out today… It's Sunday!"

Ahir turned.

A small smile crept across his face.

There, standing at the entrance of the gym, wearing an adorably printed pastel night suit, was a girl with a bubbly energy and the kind of innocent glow that melted hearts.

Meet Shivi Rathore—the youngest and most pampered member of the Rathore clan.

20 years old.

Fair skin. 5'3 in height.

Perfect features with a doll-like charm.

But the real beauty? It was the mischief in her smile.

She wasn't just any girl in this mansion. She was the princess. Ahir's Princess.

If someone even dared to put a scratch on her, they'd face hell.

Her word was law here—and no one dared say no.

Ahir walked toward her, his tall, muscular frame towering over her dainty one. He leaned forward and kissed her forehead with warmth.

"Of course, Princess. I remember," he said. "So, get ready. After breakfast, we're going to the mall. Do whatever you want. Buy whatever you like. Today's yours."

Shivi's eyes lit up.

"Really?! We can do anything? Like anything, anything?!"

Ahir laughed, shaking his head.

"Yes, really."

She twirled in place like a child, her happiness too genuine to fake.

In this house of power, politics, and secrets… she was the only ray of light.

She didn't know about the darkness behind Ahir's smile. About the man he had called last night. About the girl whose name he never mentioned.

But very soon… her life too, like Saira's, would intertwine with secrets—ones that had been buried too deep to stay quiet anymore.

To Be Continued…

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Coming up next:

• What's going on with Saira's health? What condition is she hiding?

• Who is the mysterious man spying on her—and who does he report to?

• What connection does Ahir have with Saira? And why was he secretly watching her?

Find out soon in the next part of

"Billionaire hubby's dark desires "

Thank you for reading.

Ram Ram 🙏

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