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Pratiksha wants Moksh

Most importantly, the Mehra family had previously announced, if Pratiksha was to break up with him, she could return home at any time. From the looks of it, Pratiksha must have made amends with them. Vikrant suddenly felt a sense of regret – it's Suntower Residency...being able to live there is proof of one's status. So many people dreamed of it...If he had chosen Pratiksha, if he had held on for a little longer and married her, would he have had the chance to live in this paradise-like estate?

In reality, Pratiksha never even contacted the Mehra family, because...after resolutely leaving the Mehra family home, choosing Vikrant and giving up on her career, all she wanted to do now was depend on her own ability to return to the top of the entertainment industry – only then would she be able to hold her head high and return home to apologize to her grandfather.

After hanging up on Nancy, Pratiksha picked up the watering can again to continue what she was doing. However, Moksh wouldn't loosen her from his embrace. He grabbed her cheeks and pressed his lips against hers with a violent passion.

Pratiksha enjoyed kissing Moksh, because he was always so caring towards her, plus he gave off a unique charm and aura. Pratiksha turned around and threw away the watering can. Atop the beautiful balcony blooming with roses, she wrapped her arms around Moksh tightly as she returned his passionate kiss allowing her tongue to become intertwined with his.

Moksh pressed her against the icy cold wall as he trapped her between his arms - his kisses became even more passionate. Pratiksha's face blushed red as her arms uncontrollably gripped onto Moksh's waist feeling the warmth emanating from his body and his body tightening as he tried to resist.

"If you resist like that, won't it be bad for your body?" Pratiksha whispered; her eyes twinkled beautifully like stars.

"What should I do? I kiss you every day...yet it never seems enough." Moksh reached out his hand and gently stroked Pratiksha's lips, "It's like a drug...one that makes other's completely addicted."

Pratiksha froze for a moment before she took the opportunity to turn around and press Moksh against the wall instead, "To me...you are the same. I am frustrated; the more I tell myself not to think about you, the more I end up thinking about you...especially...the look on your face when you kiss me."

"Can you still resist not having me?"

"I can't hold on for much longer...I really want to have a taste of you."

Moksh was fairly built, yet here he was, being pressed against the wall as his little wife teased him. He was enjoying this as he smiled charmingly, "A good woman...would not say such frivolous words."

"And a good man would not seduce his wife and not finish things off."

"My wife says such words...are you blaming me for only getting half way through our wedding night?"

"When..." Pratiksha leaned in close and whispered seductively, "...will you go all the way?"

Moksh looked at his wife; at this usually gentle and quiet woman. It turned out, when she wanted to be provocative, she could drive a man crazy. It seemed, he had learned something new about Pratiksha.

Moksh grabbed onto Pratiksha's waist and pulled her against his body so she could feel his pain, "I think about it...all the time..."

The two continued to be loving while not stepping over the line until the estate security contacted one of the maids in the villa; there was someone here to see Pratiksha.

Moksh straightened out Pratiksha's messed up clothes and hair before suggesting, "Go upstairs, get changed and take our newest car out for a drive."

Pratiksha understood what he meant as she kissed him on the cheek, "Thank you hubby for your sponsorship!"

In reality, Vikrant was really reluctant to see Pratiksha because he didn't want to feel even more regretful. Especially when he pulled up at the gates of Suntower Residency and was asked to wait outside by the security, he suddenly felt like he wasn't anything special.

10 minutes later. A bright red Ferrari pulled out of Suntower Residency and stopped right in front of Vikrant. At first, Vikrant didn't notice Pratiksha in the car because Pratiksha had never shown off in front of him with the fear of hurting his pride. However, she no longer had to care about that. Now she could show off whatever she wanted to show off.

Pratiksha opened up the roof of the car as she turned her head sideways to speak to Vikrant, "Why are you looking for me?"

"Pratiksha..." Vikrant looked at the completely different Pratiksha. His heart was sour; he never thought, after leaving him, Pratiksha would be so much better off.

"Speak," Pratiksha said coldly.

"E-Style Magazine. The company has already accepted the job for you, so you have no right to reject it. I don't care who you are and what background you have, you are still a model of Rastogi's and I am still your boss. For the future of the company, I will organize for the team to release a statement on your behalf explaining that we broke up a long time ago and Payal is not a mistress."

Vikrant was using his power as her boss to retrieve the pride he lost after seeing her drive out in a limited edition sports car.

"But...I've already asked Nancy to reject everyone...plus...I've already spread the word that I am sick."

"Pratiksha, do you have any regard for the company?"

Vikrant was once again enraged by Pratiksha making decisions on her own,

"We are no longer in a relationship. You can't do whatever you want at Rastogi. Don't forget, when you originally signed the contract, the contract clearly stated you would accept all decisions made by the company. Do you want to breach the contract?"

Pratiksha didn't care about breaching the contract, but...she didn't want Vikrant to benefit, so there was no way she would be stupid enough to give him money.

After all, her ultimate aim was for Vikrant and Payal to be completely destroyed...

"In regards to the magazine, I have already rejected them, there's no turning back." Pratiksha retreated one step,

"However...you can ask the team to give me the statement they've prepared. At next Wednesday's event, I will announce it to the public. Compared to a written statement, I'm sure announcing it personally would have a better effect."

Vikrant's expression warmed up as he eventually nodded, "I guess that's all we can do...but, do you truly want to help the company clear things up?"

"Vikrant, even though you are heartless towards me, I can't be unrighteous towards you..." Pratiksha responded seriously, "I know Payal has been forcing you all along..."

"It better be that way." After speaking, Vikrant opened his car door and got in his car.

He quickly disappeared from Pratiksha's sight because he knew if he was to stay even a minute longer, he would want to beg Pratiksha to take him back.

Pratiksha watched as Vikrant drove off. The corners of her mouth slowly curved up. When ordering her around, how could Vikrant not realize how unreasonable his requests were? Not only did he betray her, here he was trying to use her to clear up the relationship between him and Payal. Vikrant, as a person, don't you feel ashamed?