Chapter 6: On the way to India(R18)
Vikram and Zoya arrived at the station's exit under the pale evening sky. The wind carried the smell of fuel and chai from the nearby vendors. Vikram turned to Zoya and asked, "Can you help me find a hotel nearby?"
Zoya's face brightened. "Sure," she smiled, happy to be useful. She opened her phone's map and started searching.
Vikram gently took her hand in his, and they began walking toward the taxi stand. Zoya felt her heart skip a beat, her cheeks flushing slightly. She looked down, unsure of how to respond.
As they strolled through the dim, bustling street, Vikram suddenly paused, eyes narrowing. When he had touched her hand, something strange happened. A data stream entered his mind from contact—he accessed her memory. In a flash, he saw shocking images — events, people, and one face unmistakably clear: Hafiz Saeed.
Zoya was engaged—to Hafiz Saeed, the co-founder and leader of Lashkar-e-Taiba, which will be founded by 1985-86, the mastermind behind a lot of deadly attacks across India. Vikram stood frozen for a moment. He mentally connected the dots:
- 2001 Indian Parliament Attack
- 2006 Mumbai Train Bombings
- 2008 Mumbai Attacks
- Pahalgam Attack in April 2025, where 26 tourists were killed
All fingers pointed to Hafiz Saeed and LeT. The man Zoya was promised to was a symbol of terror and death.
Zoya looked at Vikram. "What happened?" she asked softly.
Vikram shook his head. "It's nothing," he lied, forcing a light smile, and they continued.
They booked a cab, and Zoya gave the driver directions calmly. Vikram, on the other hand, was lost in thought. He knew he had found an opportunity. He started crafting a risky plan—one that would place Zoya at the center. She could be his key... the one who spies on Hafiz Saeed.
But Vikram wasn't a master manipulator. He needed help.
He mentally called the System Store Interface, a sci-fi-like AI overlay visible only to him. He searched for tools related to seduction and loyalty. One entry caught his eye:
> [ Love Potion – 500 G.P. ]
> If the host gives any woman this potion, they will fall instantly in love with the host. They will never betray the host. They can happily accept death for the host.
Vikram's face lit up — then turned sour. "500 Gold Points?" he muttered under his breath. "This system is daylight robbery."
Still, the potion could give him unshakeable control. He memorized the description.
After a 30-minute ride, they reached the Hum Hum Hotel, a budget three-star building with warm lighting and a quiet reception. Vikram paid for a room for two nights.
Zoya helped carry Vikram's backpack up to the room. Once inside, a modest space greeted them — one queen-sized bed, a side table, and dim yellow lighting.
Vikram gave her a grateful look. "Thanks for everything."
Zoya replied casually, "This is nothing. I just hope you settle in." She turned toward the door. "Now that you've found a place, I should go."
As she turned the knob, Vikram walked forward instinctively and gripped her wrist. "Wait."
She turned, startled. "Zain? What are you doing?" Her expression changed, a mixture of confusion and fear. "I told you, I'm engaged. Nothing can happen between us."
Vikram's eyes darkened. With controlled strength, he lifted her into his arms and laid her on the bed.
Zoya panicked, her breathing quickened, her mouth opened to scream—
Without wasting even a second, Vikram summoned the system menu, hovered over the item, and, with a mental click, purchased the potion.
A tiny glass vial materialized instantly in his hand.
He poured the sparkling blue liquid into her mouth against her will. Zoya struggled on the bed, thrashing for a few seconds — then suddenly, she stopped.
Her eyes softened. Her face relaxed.
The effect had begun.
"Zoya…" Vikram said cautiously.
She blinked. Her voice was like honey. "Zain… I love you."
He smiled. "I love you too."
They leaned in and kissed passionately, the room filled with the warmth of touched skin and suppressed desire igniting into flame.
Vikram pulled her close, tugging her clothes off. Zoya willingly did the same — revealing soft skin and her black bra and panties.
Vikram unclasped it and squeezed her breasts. Zoya gasped, "Aaahh…"
He took her nipple into his mouth, sucking gently.
Zoya moaned louder, "Aah… aah…"
The room echoed with wet sounds and breathy sighs.
Eventually, he pulled her panties down and slid a finger into her wet entrance.
Zoya panted, "Aah… ah… aah…!"
Without hesitation, Vikram guided his hardened cock to her mouth. She took it in hungrily. After some time, he shifted and entered her from below.
The bed creaked, her legs wrapped around him.
Zoya gasped endlessly, "Aaah! Aah! Aaaah!"
Three hours later, the two lay naked under the thin hotel blanket, their bodies slick with sweat. Zoya rested her head on Vikram's chest.
"Zoya," he asked softly, brushing her hair, "do you love me?"
She replied immediately, "Yes… I love you, Zain. I can die for you."
He reached to the side table, lifted a small knife he had kept from earlier. He placed it in her hand.
"Then die for me," he said.
Zoya didn't flinch. Without hesitation, she gripped the knife and brought it toward her abdomen.
Vikram gasped and stopped her hand instantly. "Hey! I was just joking."
She smiled innocently, eyes gleaming. He kissed her again — and that led to their second round.
One hour passed.
Lying in bed with her, Vikram finally said, "Zoya… my name isn't Zain. It's Vikram. I'm an Indian spy."
Zoya didn't react. "I don't care who you are. I only love you."
He sat up. "Zoya… you must help me. Will you?"
"Yes."
"I want you to marry Hafiz Saeed as planned," he explained, "but you must stay close to him. You must give me every detail — his movements, contacts, meetings. Will you be my spy?"
Zoya looked deeply into his eyes. "Yes. I'll do everything for you."
They spoke for a while after. Zoya rested again, eyelids heavy.
The next morning, Vikram made love to her again, then they shared a bath. Zoya dressed and left for her home, carrying his instructions in her mind.
Vikram remained in the room for another hour, then activated his secret escape route. He traveled through hidden trails, crossing checkpoints unnoticed, and finally met his handler on the Indian side of the border.
Vikram was now back on Indian soil.
But the game had just begun.
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