" I heard you passed a number to Kayle?"

"It's all part of my next plan Pranay." I replied.

Pranay nodded, his eyes still on the note. "We must act quickly," he said, his voice a low rumble that seemed to vibrate through the very walls of the mansion. "This intel is gold."

" I will call him in a villa. I want your  mens to be hidden. You can capture him."  My words made him smirk.

"I will arrange it. But remember, this is a dangerous game we are playing. One wrong move and we could all be in trouble." I nodded understanding his words.

" So lets play along, and win because I am very good at playing and winning."

The next day, Pranay and I arrived at the villa, his men hidden in the shadows, ready to pounce at the first sign of trouble. The plan was simple: I would lure Kayle into a false sense of security and extract the final piece of information needed to take down the operation. The villa was a picturesque retreat, nestled in the heart of the city, surrounded by lush greenery and a wall tall enough to keep any prying eyes at bay.

Inside, the room was a cocoon of luxury, the perfect stage for the final act of our masquerade. Pranay had installed a network jammer, a small but powerful device that would ensure our conversation remained a secret, no matter how much technology the enemy had at their disposal. It was a layer of protection that allowed us to play our cards close to our chest, keeping our moves hidden from any potential eavesdroppers.

Wearing the sexy lingerie, I could feel Pranay's eyes on me as I moved around the villa, setting the scene for the impending rendezvous. His gaze was like a caress, sending shivers down my spine, and I couldn't help but blush under his scrutiny. But the heat that flushed my cheeks was not just from his desire—it was the thrill of the mission, the anticipation of victory.

As I slipped into the lingerie, the silky fabric clinging to my skin, I felt a surge of power. This was not the same vulnerable girl who had once been the Thakur brothers' plaything. This was a new Meera, one who held the key to their downfall in her delicate hands.

The villa's walls were adorned with art that spoke of wealth and opulence, each brushstroke a silent testament to the corruption that funded such excess. The scent of jasmine and sandalwood filled the air, a sweet aroma that seemed to whisper promises of seduction and deceit.

Soon the door bell rang.

Pranay's gaze flicked up to the security monitor. He nodded at me, a silent command to begin. I took a deep breath, straightened my shoulders, and walked to the door, my heels clicking like the ticking of a bomb. I opened the door to find Kayleigh standing there, dressed in a sharp suit that screamed wealth and power.

"You look... stunning," he said, his eyes raking over my body, the hunger in his gaze unmistakable. I stepped aside, allowing him to enter, my heart pounding in my chest like a war drum. The door clicked shut behind him, sealing us in our dance of lies and deceit.

I led him through the villa, my hips swaying with calculated allure. His eyes never left me as I offered him a drink, playing the part of the seductress. The ice clinked against the crystal glass as I handed it to him, the sound echoing through the room. I watched as he took a sip, his eyes never leaving mine. The tension grew thicker with every second that ticked by, a silent battle of wills.

I sat on the table while he sat on the chair. Pushed my feet on his private oartmakinghim groan.

" You like being dominant?" Asked Kayle.

" I like being loved." I whispered with a hard breath.

He smirked, his eyes darkening as he leaned back, his hand sliding up my calf, moving upward. I shivered, not from his touch but from the thought of what was to come. I had to keep him engaged, keep him distracted. The mission was everything.

" Kiss me." I whispered, my face red with the thought Pranay was watching me. I was wet for some reason.

Kayle obliged, his lips pressing against mine with an urgency that made me feel both sick and exhilarated. As we kissed, I felt his hand slip up my thigh, his fingers brushing against the damp fabric of my panties. I pulled a injection and injected in Kayle's neck and soon he was unconcious.

Pranay and his men stormed in, quickly securing the room and checking for any other threats. Within moments, the room was a flurry of activity as they began searching the unconscious agent for any additional intel. The adrenaline from the mission still coursed through my veins, making it difficult to focus on anything but the throbbing in my chest.

"Meera, are you okay?" Pranay's voice was thick with concern as he gently picked me up, carrying me into one of the bedrooms. His touch was a stark contrast to the coldness of the mission, and for the first time that night, I felt a glimmer of safety. He laid me down on the soft bed, his eyes searching mine for any signs of distress.

The door slammed shut behind us, the sound echoing through the room like a gunshot. The sudden solitude was overwhelming, the weight of the mission heavy on my chest. Pranay's hand hovered over my face, tracing the line of my cheekbone before cupping my chin gently. His thumb brushed against my lower lip, and I realized that it was trembling.