December 1985, Mumbai, India*
The night air in Bandra was cool, carrying the faint scent of jasmine and the distant hum of the city as Raj and Priya stepped out of the restaurant. Their dinner had been a perfect blend of laughter, shared dreams, and stolen glances, the candlelight casting a warm glow over Priya's radiant smile. Over the past five months, their bond had deepened, evolving from professional camaraderie to a passionate connection that left Raj's heart racing. As they walked to his car, their fingers brushed, and Priya's soft laugh sent a thrill through him. He drove her back to her flat in a quiet society building, the anticipation between them palpable.
Inside Priya's cozy flat, the door clicked shut, and Raj locked it with a deliberate turn. The dim light from a single lamp bathed the room in a soft amber hue, highlighting the curve of Priya's silhouette as she stood close. Without a word, Raj swept her into his arms, lifting her effortlessly, her light gasp mingling with a playful giggle. He carried her to the bedroom, her arms wrapped around his neck, and gently tossed her onto the bed, the mattress creaking softly under her weight. Priya's eyes sparkled with mischief as Raj leaned down, capturing her lips in a deep, lingering kiss. Her lips were warm, juicy, and yielding, and she melted into him, her hands tangling in his hair as she kissed him back with equal fervor.
"Priya," Raj murmured against her lips, his voice husky, "I want you to make my night unforgettable."
Priya's breath hitched, her eyes locking onto his with a mix of desire and tenderness. "Make me yours, Raj," she whispered, her voice a sultry invitation that sent heat coursing through him.
Clothes fell away in a flurry of impatient hands. Raj shed his kurta and trousers, revealing a lean, toned frame, while Priya slipped out of her saree, her skin glowing in the soft light. Their bodies pressed together, a dance of exploration and desire. Raj's lips found her neck, trailing kisses down to her chest, where he lingered, savoring her warmth. Priya's soft moans filled the room, her fingers digging into his shoulders as they lost themselves in each other's touch. Raj's arousal was evident, his six-inch length standing proud, a testament to the intensity of the moment.
Priya's eyes gleamed as she slid down, her lips brushing against him, teasing before she took him into her mouth. Raj groaned, his head tilting back as she moved with confidence, her touch igniting sparks of pleasure. The room was a cocoon of intimacy, their connection electric—until the bedroom door swung open.
"Sister, I came to meet you!" a voice called out, shattering the moment.
Raj's head snapped toward the door, his heart lurching. Priya froze, her eyes wide with shock. A young woman, no older than 18, stood in the doorway, her jaw dropping as she took in the scene—Priya and an unknown man, both naked, caught in the act. She let out a piercing scream, "Aah!" before slamming the door shut.
Raj and Priya scrambled to their senses, their faces flushed with embarrassment. Raj grabbed his clothes, pulling on his trousers as Priya wrapped a sheet around herself, her cheeks burning. "Who was that?" Raj asked, his voice low, still catching his breath.
Priya ran a hand through her hair, exhaling shakily. "That was Jyoti, my younger sister. She has a duplicate key to the flat and drops by sometimes. I completely forgot she was coming tonight."
They dressed quickly, the mood shifting from passion to awkwardness. Raj followed Priya into the living room, where Jyoti sat on the sofa, her arms crossed, her face a mix of shock and disapproval. Priya cleared her throat, forcing a smile. "Jyoti, this is Raj, my… boyfriend."
Raj offered a sheepish smile, extending a hand. "Nice to meet you, Jyoti." But Jyoti barely glanced at him, her lips pursed in a tight line, clearly unimpressed.
The three exchanged stilted small talk, Jyoti's responses clipped and her gaze fixed on the floor. Priya tried to lighten the mood, mentioning *Love Train*'s progress, but the tension lingered. Sensing the need to give the sisters space, Raj stood. "I should get going. Priya, I'll call you tomorrow."
Priya walked him to the door, her hand brushing his arm. "I'm sorry about this," she whispered, her eyes apologetic. Raj squeezed her hand, offering a reassuring smile before stepping out into the night.
As he drove to his house, the city's lights blurring past, Raj's mind replayed the evening—the passion, the interruption, and Jyoti's icy stare. Despite the awkward end, his connection with Priya felt stronger than ever. With *Pragarti Venture* launching, *The Bharat Front* thriving, and his 7-crore fortune, Raj was unstoppable. But Jyoti's unexpected arrival was a reminder: even with the ROI system, life could still throw surprises his way.