The proposal - 2

I completed previous story by mistake, and couldn’t put it back in state that I can add more parts. So adding them as a separate story. Please first read the original story before continuing here.

Chapter 15:
It was 2:00 AM on a Thursday. The massive Alibaug mansion was completely silent. Outside, the ocean waves crashed heavily against the distant rocks.

Arjun lay awake in his large, lonely bed. He was wearing a very thin, transparent white chiffon night-saree, just in case Vikram ever decided to check on him. Even in bed, he wore his large bust padding inside a soft cotton blouse, his heavy gold mangalsutra, his glass bangles, and his thick silver anklets.

He waited until he was absolutely sure Vikram was asleep. Then, he slowly sat up. He grabbed his four-inch stiletto heels with his manicured hands and tiptoed completely barefoot out of his room. He moved like a ghost down the long, dark marble hallway, stepping very carefully so his heavy silver anklets did not make a single sound.

He reached the guest bedroom at the far end of the house. He gently turned the knob. It was unlocked.

He slipped inside and closed the door without a sound. Priya was sitting up in bed in the dark, waiting for him. She had a laptop glowing softly on her lap.

Arjun dropped his stilettos on the soft rug and rushed to her. He climbed onto the bed, his glass bangles clinking very softly as he wrapped his arms around her. He buried his completely hairless face in her neck, breathing in her familiar scent.

"I missed you so much today," Arjun whispered, his voice trembling.

Priya held him tightly, kissing the top of his heavy, dark hair. "I know, baby. I missed you too. Are you okay? The act is exhausting you, I can see it in your eyes."

"I am fine," Arjun whispered, pulling back to look at her in the dim light of the laptop screen. His thick black kohl was slightly smudged from crying earlier in his room. "Your trick is working perfectly. Vikram's ego is so massive. Because you challenged him, he really believes he has to make me fall in love with him. He looks at me like a hungry animal, but he doesn't touch me. He wants me to beg for it."

Priya let out a long breath of relief. She looked at his beautiful face, the bright red sindoor in his hair, and the extremely large, deep curve of his padded chest visible through the sheer white chiffon.

"We just need a little more time, Arjun," Priya said softly, her dark eyes looking intensely into his. "I checked our bank accounts today. Rohan kept his word. Our Mumbai house is officially paid off. And the extra fifty lakh rupees he promised us for living expenses is sitting right there in our savings. We have enough to survive in luxury until I find a new job. Our sanctuary is waiting for us."

Arjun closed his eyes, a single tear of joy ruining his mascara.

It was their greatest secret. A secret they hid behind their fake tears and fake submission to Vikram.

Three weeks ago, on the morning of the deadline, just minutes after Rohan had left their house and just before Vikram arrived, Priya's brilliant mind had snapped into focus.

She had realized that Rohan and Vikram were bitter enemies trying to destroy each other over a massive government contract. Rohan had just stood in her living room and demanded that Priya become his obedient, submissive servant in his penthouse. But Priya had found a third option.

She had picked up her phone and called Rohan's private number.

"I will never be your submissive servant, Rohan," Priya had told the billionaire coldly over the phone. "But I will be your inside spy."

She had offered Rohan a completely different deal. She told him that she and Arjun would accept Vikram's offer instead. They would move into Vikram's mansion. Priya would use her high-level position at Vikram's firm, and Arjun would use his innocent, domestic access inside Vikram's house, to steal the highly confidential government contract files.

Rohan, a ruthless man who only cared about crushing his rivals, had instantly agreed. As payment for this corporate espionage, Rohan had quietly paid off their three-crore home loan that very same morning, and added extra cash to guarantee their financial safety until the mission was over.

Now, sitting in the dark guest bedroom, Priya tapped the screen of her laptop.

"I have mapped out Vikram's entire corporate network from the office," Priya whispered, bringing Arjun back to the present. "But the final corrupted files—the ones showing the massive bribes Vikram is paying to the government ministers—are not on the company servers. He is too smart for that."

"They are here," Arjun said, his voice turning serious. "In his private study."

"Yes," Priya nodded. "He keeps a separate, black laptop on his desk. It is never connected to the internet. That is where the proof is. I need the decryption password to that laptop, Arjun. If we give those files to Rohan, Rohan will destroy Vikram completely. Vikram will go to prison, and we will walk out of this front door as free people."

Arjun took a deep breath. His heart was beating fast against his heavy gold mangalsutra. "He has a meeting tomorrow evening in the study. A private dinner with a corrupt politician. I will get the password."

"Be careful, my love," Priya whispered, touching his smooth cheek. "If he catches you spying, his ego will shatter. He will hurt you."

"He won't catch me," Arjun said. A new, fierce determination filled his eyes. "He doesn't see a person when he looks at me. He just sees a beautiful, submissive doll in a saree. I will use that against him."