Henry and Hrithik's team swarmed in like a well-oiled machine, their guns at the ready. The sound of boots thudding against the concrete floor filled the air as they moved swiftly and efficiently through the facility.
Henry walked into the control room, where Janhvi stood with a blanket wrapped around her. He gave her an approving nod. "Good girl," he said.
Hrithik followed close behind, his eyes narrowing as he took in the scene. "Was she the one you mentioned?" he asked.
Henry nodded in affirmation.
Suddenly, the sound of gunfire echoed through the halls. The team moved with deadly precision, taking out any guards who were still awake and those who were unlucky enough to be caught in their sleep.
Janhvi smirked and tossed the blanket aside, revealing the tactical gear she had underneath. "Let's go to the vault," she said, her eyes gleaming with excitement.
Deepika walked in, her expression cold and professional. "The perimeter is secured," she said.
They all moved toward the vault. When they arrived, they were met with the sight of unimaginable wealth. The room was filled with stacks of gold bars, crates of gold coins, and various other treasures, all shimmering under the dim lights.
Henry’s eyes gleamed as he looked around. "I told my father I'm going to shift all this," he said, his voice filled with a mix of awe and determination. He turned to Hrithik. "But I'm planning to leave all this here for you."
Hrithik looked skeptical. "Is that necessary? I trust you, Henry."
Henry nodded. "I know... But we have a fight to attend."
They both walked into the vault, the weight of their mission pressing down on them.
"Do you think we can hold the place secured? We're intruding a whole country," Hrithik asked, his voice tinged with concern.
Henry picked up a gold coin, inspecting it closely. "I'll leave my best forces here. Anything you need—air strikes, ground strikes, anything."
Hrithik nodded, accepting the gravity of the situation. "Alright then."
"But we just killed two of Al Masri’s men. That wasn’t actually a great idea, to be honest," Deepika interjected, her tone laced with worry.
"I'll talk to her. She has a crush on me," Hrithik said with a confident grin.
Deepika rolled her eyes. "Oh shut up, Hrithik. We can't use that here."
Hrithik's expression turned serious. "I'll talk to her. Trust me."
Henry glanced between them. "We need to stay focused. Janhvi, you did well, but remember, we're not done yet. We have to move quickly and efficiently. Deepika, I need you to coordinate with our air support. Make sure we're ready for any retaliation."
Deepika nodded, already reaching for her radio. "Understood."
Henry turned back to Hrithik. "We need to establish a stronghold here. Use the gold to secure alliances and buy loyalty. This place is our key to controlling the region."
Hrithik nodded, the weight of the responsibility settling on his shoulders. "We'll make it work. But we need to be prepared for anything. Al Masri won't take this lying down."
Henry's eyes hardened. "Let him come. We're ready for him."
Janhvi stepped forward, her eyes flashing with determination. "I want to be part of this. I’ve proven myself. Let me help secure this place."
Henry regarded her for a moment, then nodded. "Alright, Janhvi. You’ve earned it. Stay with Hrithik and make sure everything runs smoothly."
Janhvi's eyes lit up with pride. "Thank you. I won't let you down."
Henry turned to Janhvi, noticing her state. "Someone give her something to wear," he instructed.
Deepika stepped forward. "I'll take care of it," she said, leading Janhvi towards a parked car outside the mansion.
As they walked, the desert wind blew around them, the vast expanse of sand stretching out in all directions. The car was a black SUV, its windows tinted. Deepika opened the trunk and pulled out a duffel bag.
"Here," she said, handing the bag to Janhvi. "There are some clothes in there. You can change in the car."
Janhvi took the bag and climbed into the backseat. She unzipped it, finding a set of tactical gear and some casual clothes. She opted for the casual outfit: a pair of jeans and a fitted black t-shirt.
As she started changing, she noticed Deepika standing by the car, watching her intently. Janhvi smirked. "Are you enjoying the show?"
Deepika raised an eyebrow. "Just making sure you're comfortable."
Janhvi chuckled, slipping into the jeans. "You know, you can turn around."
Deepika didn't move. "I could. But I don't want to."
Janhvi paused, her shirt half-buttoned. "Are you... gay?"
Deepika's eyes met hers without a hint of embarrassment. "I might be," she said simply.
Janhvi smiled, finishing buttoning her shirt. "Interesting."
Deepika gave a slight nod, then turned her attention to the guards scattered around the mansion. She pulled out her radio and began issuing commands. "Everyone, keep your positions. Secure the perimeter and watch for any movement. We need to be ready for anything."
Janhvi stepped out of the car, feeling more at ease in the fresh clothes. "Thanks for the outfit."
Deepika glanced back at her. "No problem. Let's get back to work. We have a lot to secure and not much time."
Janhvi nodded, falling into step beside her. The mansion loomed ahead, an oasis of power in the midst of the unforgiving desert. The sun was beginning to set, casting long shadows over the sand. The team was a flurry of activity, fortifying their position and preparing for any potential threats.
As they walked back towards the main entrance, Deepika continued to coordinate the guards, her voice steady and commanding. "All units, report in. I want status updates every fifteen minutes."
Janhvi admired her focus and determination. "You really have this under control, don't you?"
Deepika glanced at her with a small smile. "I try. In our line of work, control is everything."
They reached the entrance, and Deepika turned to Janhvi one last time. "Stay close. Things might get rough, and I don't want you caught in the crossfire."
Janhvi nodded, her expression serious. "I'll be careful."
With that, they re-entered the mansion, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead. The desert surrounded them, an endless expanse of sand and danger, but inside those walls, they were prepared to defend their newfound stronghold with everything they had.
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Anushka sat at her desk, papers strewn about, her focus shifting intermittently between her work and Pooja. Pooja was diligently cleaning the bookshelf, her movements precise and graceful. Anushka's eyes traced the curve of Pooja's body as she bent over, arching her back, her ass lifted tantalizingly.
Unable to resist, Anushka stood up and walked over. "Get up," she commanded.
Pooja immediately obeyed, straightening herself and standing at attention. Anushka's gaze was intense. "Go make me a coffee," she ordered.
Pooja nodded, stepping back respectfully before walking out of the room. Anushka watched her leave, a smirk playing on her lips.
After a few minutes, Pooja returned with a steaming cup of coffee, placing it carefully on the table. "That was quick," Anushka remarked, taking a sip. She nodded appreciatively. "It's good."
Pooja's face lit up with a smile. Anushka's expression softened, though her tone remained authoritative. "Kneel," she instructed.
Pooja immediately dropped to her knees, her eyes fixed on Anushka.
"You've been such a good girl these few days," Anushka said, her voice low and approving.
"Thank you, Mistress," Pooja replied, her voice filled with gratitude and reverence.
Anushka studied her for a moment before asking, "Tell me about your life. How did you end up with the Valentis?"
Pooja took a deep breath, her eyes momentarily reflecting the memories. "I come from a conservative family, Mistress. My parents were strict and had high expectations. When I was eighteen, I was introduced to the world of submission through a friend who was part of that circle. That's how I met Adrianna Valenti. She was powerful, commanding, and she saw potential in me. I became her sub, and it was my first real introduction to the world of submission."
She paused, gauging Anushka's reaction. Anushka nodded for her to continue.
"Serving Adrianna was a learning experience. I discovered my own desires and limits. But one night, at a dom party, I saw you. You were different—calm, patient, yet exuding such authority. I knew then that you were the one I truly wanted to serve. I was mesmerized, Mistress."
Anushka's expression remained unreadable, but she leaned in slightly, showing she was listening intently.
Pooja continued, "I couldn't stop thinking about you. I decided to leave the Valentis, but I needed to prove myself worthy of you. So, I took a law degree, knowing it would bring me closer to your world, your standards. I followed your career, your achievements, every step you took. And now, here I am, Mistress."
Anushka's eyes narrowed slightly, a hint of amusement in them. "So you're obsessed with me," she stated.
Pooja's cheeks flushed deeply. "Yes, Mistress," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.
Anushka let out a soft chuckle. "It's intriguing, your dedication," she said, her fingers lightly tracing Pooja's jawline. "Obsessions can be dangerous, but they can also be... useful."
Pooja's heart raced at the touch, her eyes closing momentarily. "I want to be useful to you, Mistress," she said earnestly.
Anushka pulled her hand away, her expression once again becoming unreadable. "We’ll see. For now, continue being a good girl, and perhaps you’ll prove just how useful you can be."
Pooja nodded eagerly. "Yes, Mistress. I will," she promised, her eyes shining with determination.
Anushka glanced at her watch, noting with frustration that it was past 1 a.m. She hadn't finished her work, and the fatigue was starting to wear on her. She groaned in frustration, catching Pooja's attention.
"Mistress, can I help you with something?" Pooja asked, concern evident in her voice.
Anushka sighed. "No, you can't, dear. It's complicated. These files need to be ready by tomorrow morning. The hearing is at 10 a.m."
"Can I get up?" Pooja asked tentatively.
Anushka nodded, and Pooja rose, moving closer to lean over and look at the files on the desk. "If you guide me on how to do it, I'll do it for you," Pooja offered, her tone earnest.
Anushka looked up at her, skepticism in her eyes. "I don't think this will be easy. I can't afford to screw this up."
Pooja's eyes were pleading. "Please trust me. Give me a chance to prove myself."
Anushka considered her for a moment, then stood up and stretched her arms. "Alright," she said finally. "Sit down."
Pooja's eyes widened with surprise. "Can I?"
Anushka moved behind her and firmly pushed her down onto the chair. "Yes, you can."
Anushka quickly explained the case details. "It's a divorce case. My client, Mr. Arjun Khanna, is fighting for custody of his two children. His ex-wife is claiming he is unfit due to alleged substance abuse, which is false. We need to find loopholes in her claims and ensure our counter-arguments are solid."
Pooja nodded, absorbing the information. "Alright, Mistress. I'll do my best."
Anushka pointed to the pile of documents. "We need to go through her medical reports, financial statements, and any character references. Look for inconsistencies, anything that can discredit her claims."
Pooja nodded and got to work, her focus intense. Anushka watched her for a moment, then said, "I'll be in my room. Don't hesitate to wake me if you need help."
"Thank you, Mistress. I won't disappoint you," Pooja promised.
Anushka went to her bedroom, exhaustion pulling her into a deep sleep. She woke up early in the morning, around 6 a.m., and immediately thought of the case. She hurried back to her office.
There, she found Pooja, her head resting on the desk, fast asleep. The documents were neatly organized, and notes were written in precise, clear handwriting. Anushka's heart softened at the sight.
She ran her hand gently through Pooja's hair, waking her up. "Pooja, wake up."
Pooja stirred, her eyes fluttering open. "Mistress, did I do okay?"
Anushka smiled. "You did more than okay. You've done an excellent job. I’m proud of you."
Pooja's face lit up with a tired but happy smile. "Thank you, Mistress."
Anushka reviewed the work. Pooja had meticulously highlighted inconsistencies in the ex-wife's medical reports and found discrepancies in her financial statements that suggested she was hiding assets. She had also written clear and concise counter-arguments.
"This is fantastic," Anushka said. "You’ve found several loopholes we can exploit. This will make a significant difference in the hearing."
Pooja beamed with pride. "I'm glad I could help, Mistress."
Anushka took Pooja's chin in her hand, "Now, go get some rest. You’ve earned it."
Pooja nodded, grateful. "Thank you, Mistress."
As Pooja left the room, Anushka returned to the desk, feeling a renewed sense of confidence.
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