Later, Raj met Armaan at his opulent mansion. Armaan, with a broad smile, greeted him. "Raj, thank you for making me the easiest 1,500 million euros I've ever earned."
Raj shook his head slightly. "No need to thank me . i wouldn't have been able to do it without your help. I just hope you remember your promise—my 10% share."
Armaan nodded. "Of course, Raj. 150 million euros is yours."
Armaan then led Raj to his private yacht, where a high-stakes game of Flush was about to commence. The stakes were incredibly high, so much so that winning a single game could buy an entire island. The atmosphere was thick with tension and anticipation as the first round began.
Each player examined their cards, but Raj, in a display of confidence or recklessness, did not even look at his. Instead, he immediately began raising the stakes. Alina, who sat beside Armaan, discreetly watched the players' cards through her sunglasses, which were fitted with bionic chips activated by human touch. She had the ability to alter Armaan's cards accordingly.
Alina leaned toward Armaan and whispered, "Raj hasn't looked at his cards. Be cautious."
Armaan, brimming with overconfidence, disregarded her warning. "I accept Raj's challenge," he said, raising the stakes again.
round after round goes and alina had changed armaaan card to 3 ace
Raj, without hesitation, went all in. "Let's see your hand, Armaan."
Armaan, confident of his victory, revealed his cards: three aces. He gave Raj a triumphant look.
Raj calmly picked up his cards and, with a smirk, his own hand—also three aces .
Alina, realizing the gravity of the situation, whispered urgently to Armaan, "If Raj shows those cards, our reputation in the underworld will be shattered. We won't be able to do business with any of these players ever again."
Raj stared them both down, his gaze cold and unyielding. "Pack and retreat," he said quietly but firmly.
Armaan's face twisted in a mixture of relief and disbelief. But he knew Alina was right. Reluctantly, he nodded.
The other players watched in silence, their eyes darting between Raj and Armaan.
On the deck of the yacht, the night air was cool, and the city lights twinkled in the distance. Raj was at the bar, mixing himself a drink, when Armaan and Alina approached him.
Armaan clapped his hands slowly, his voice filled with a mixture of admiration and grudging respect. "Well played, hero."
Alina, with a curious glint in her eyes, asked, "You had three aces, then why did you pack? Aren't you curious as to how I know?"
Raj, without missing a beat, replied, "Not at all. A deck of cards can't have six aces. I knew the game was rigged and I can see very clearly... since I don't wear sunglasses indoors." With a smooth motion, he took the sunglasses from her and playfully hung them on the neckline of her dress, just above her cleavage.
Armaan chuckled, shaking his head. "There's something magnetic about you."
Raj smiled slyly. "I think you are the magnetic one. You gave me the money and now you've pulled it back towards you."
Armaan leaned in, lowering his voice slightly. "Don't worry... everything I took will be returned to you. I think this is the beginning of a good friendship."
Alina stepped closer, her gaze locked onto Raj's. "It's rare to hear Armaan say that. We're hosting a party this weekend. Think you can make it?"
Raj raised an eyebrow, his confidence unshaken. "Who's going to stop me?"
Alina's smile turned more seductive. "I'm especially fascinated by men when I can't decide if... I'm attracted by their good looks or their smooth talking."
Raj chuckled, finishing his drink. "I'm staying at the Hotel Titanic."
Alina's eyes sparkled with interest as she took a step back, joining Armaan. "We'll see you at the party then."
Raj gave them a final nod, his smile enigmatic as ever, before turning his attention back to the city .
Late at night, a soft knock echoed through the luxurious suite of the Hotel Titanic. Raj, dressed in a simple but elegant robe, opened the door to find Alina standing there, wrapped in a sultry, figure-hugging dress that left little to the imagination. Her eyes were filled with an undeniable hunger.
Without a word, Alina pushed her way inside, pulling Raj with her, and the door clicked shut behind them. She pressed her body against his, her lips brushing his ear as she whispered, " hello there handsome "
Raj smirked, his hands sliding around her waist. "You don't waste time."
alina "No, why spend it alone when you can spend it with someone you like?"
With a swift, practiced motion, Raj took the lead, guiding Alina to the plush bed. He climbed on top of her, their bodies moving in a synchronized rhythm of desire and passion. The room was filled with the sounds of their intense encounter, Alina's moans of pleasure reaching the hallway outside, as if she had been driven mad with desire and ecstasy.
Their night together was a blur of heated embraces and whispered secrets, both lost in the fervor of the moment, the world outside fading away. For those hours, nothing existed but the two of them and the primal connection they shared, unrestrained and wild.
By the time dawn's first light began to filter through the curtains, they lay entwined, spent but content, each knowing that this night had been a prelude to a much deeper, more complex game they were both playing.
at weekend
The weekend party was in full swing when Raj arrived, his presence commanding attention as he stepped through the entrance. Alina, radiant and full of life, immediately approached him. She greeted him with a kiss, a deep and lingering kiss that spoke volumes of the passion between them. "Come, Raj," she said, beaming, "let me introduce you to everyone."
As Raj mingled, exchanging pleasantries and making connections, he found himself drifting away from Alina's side. He moved towards the lounge area, seeking a moment of quiet amid the bustling crowd. It was there that he accidentally bumped into a woman, causing her wallet to fall to the floor. As he bent to pick it up, his eyes widened in shock. The photo in the wallet was Soniya.
The woman quickly took her wallet back, giving Raj a curious glance before making her way towards the archery range set up in the garden. Intrigued, Raj followed at a discreet distance. The woman, now at the range, nocked an arrow and released it, narrowly missing the bullseye. The audience murmured in appreciation of her skill.
"Anyone up for a challenge?" she called out confidently, a playful glint in her eyes.
Raj stepped forward. "May I?" he asked, taking the bow from her with a charming smile. He took a stance, drew back the arrow, and released it in one smooth motion, hitting the bullseye dead center. The crowd cheered, and Raj handed the bow back to the woman with a gracious nod.
As she prepared for her next shot, Raj interrupted gently. "Your aiming is slightly off," he said, moving closer. He positioned himself behind her, his hands guiding her arms. The woman stiffened for a moment, unsure if he was flirting or genuinely offering help. she let go and hit bullseye
"No one has touched me like that without my approval," she said, her voice a mix of confusion and intrigue.
"If you didn't like it, you could have said so," Raj replied, his tone calm and respectful.
"I never said I didn't like it," she responded, a hint of a smile playing on her lips.
Their moment was interrupted by Armaan, who approached with a broad grin. "I see you've met Omisha, my girlfriend," he said, introducing the woman formally.
Omisha smiled, "Raj and I just had an archery match, and he won."
Armaan laughed, "Did he fake a loss, or did he actually win?"
Everyone joined in the laughter, the atmosphere light and jovial. Raj felt a mixture of emotions—curiosity about Omisha and her connection to Soniya, and the thrill of the game they were all playing.
As the evening wore on, Armaan called for a toast. He stood tall, holding his glass high. "To love and to new beginnings," he announced. Turning to Omisha, he knelt on one knee, pulling out a ring. "Omisha, will you marry me?"
The crowd gasped, and Omisha's eyes filled with tears. "Yes, Armaan, I will," she said, her voice choked with emotion.
Cheers erupted, and Raj found himself clapping along, his mind racing with thoughts. He knew this engagement was a pivotal moment, not just for Armaan and Omisha, but for the intricate web of alliances and secrets that surrounded them all.