Chapter 142: Change Of Plans
**Next morning, Hyatt Hotel, 9:30 AM**
Ding Dong.
The alarm tore through the silence. Rohit’s eyes snapped open, his body heavy from the previous day’s chaos. The night... he still couldn’t decide if it had been heaven or pure madness—only that it had drained every last drop of energy from him.
He turned his head. Aisha lay curled against him, completely naked, hugging his torso like a possessive teddy bear. How the hell did it co to this?
Last night, the mont he returned with the pills, the little devil had pounced on him like a frightened kitten terrified of being left alone. One thing led to another. The crazy girl didn’t hesitate—she seduced him outright, begging to sleep under the sa blanket. What followed was raw, half-asleep, frenzied fucking. Three intense rounds until they both collapsed, exhausted and tangled in each other’s arms.
Rohit’s eyebrows rose as he beca aware of his right hand, trapped beneath her body, palm cupping the firm, smooth curve of her ass. He gave it a light, possessive squeeze.
A smirk tugged at his lips. He rembered the sarcastic remark he’d thrown at his brother Tanuj—about "taking care of his sister under the sa roof." Now they were sharing the sa bed. And soon, Tanya would join them too. That future looked even sweeter.
The only regret Rohit felt at that mont was not being able to show how intimate his sister was with the loser bastard they had loathed for years.
Rohit took the phone from his left bandaged hand. The wound had recovered considerably over the past few days, though a slight sting remained if moved wrongly. Small rcies.
He connected to Lisa through the chat interface, and notifications flooded in on the green interface panel.
[Good morning, sir. Below are the ssages I saved for you since you failed to pick them up since last night.??]
The wink emoji hit differently. Lisa knew what he was doing, and it was her way of teasing him. Ignoring that, he focused on the notifications.
The first was from Raju. Six missed calls and a paragraph that read like a man trying not to shout in text.
[Raju: Got intel from my boys. The whole of Mori Gate roadways are blocked. Not even civilians are allowed entry as tires are burnt in protest of bad road conditions. Funny thing, Anna’s n allegedly beat many of Ahd’s n who were trying to cross the territory. Never knew our little sabotage would really make these giants develop bad blood. Can’t wait to storm and take them both.]
Rohit read it twice. The plan was working faster than expected.
The second ssage was from the MLA who had also left missed calls. The contents quickly made Rohit’s brows furrow.
[MLA Pawan Verma: Listen, lad. Got so lead about your friend. Last ti he was seen by my n on GB Road and is heard to be taken to Chota Seth’s turf on the Delhi-Haryana border. It is not guaranteed yet. I am sending you the location to investigate, but don’t take any drastic action. The police are busy with the Mori Gate incident. Once it’s resolved, I will see through it to get your friend out from there.]
There were also other notifications from friends and family asking about his well-being, but Rohit ignored all as he got stuck on what the MLA said.
Rohit gave it so thought. The farmhouse was ntioned in Jayesh’s chat twice. Fortunately, he had remote surveillance on Jayesh, and now he could...
He typed quietly, not willing to wake Aisha. "Show
the location on maps."
The map opened. The pointer indicated a farmhouse that appeared on a road with few minor settlents at quite a distance. The best place to hide and relax remotely, unafraid of police raids with the highway nearby.
More text appeared as Lisa’s input.
[Sir, there is an interesting conversation that happened between Chota Seth and Jayesh. Please check this out.]
[Chota Seth: You dare ignore my calls, kid?
Chota Seth: After the sun rises, I want you to show yourself at my farmhouse, or there won’t be any more talking.
Jayesh: Let
sleep in peace, okay? Will see you in the morning.
Chota Seth: Watch your tone, little mutt.
Jayesh: Keep your threats to yourself. You think I’m afraid of you? When I show up, you better not hide, fucker.
Blocked]
Rohit chuckled as he got more ideas from the hacked chat. Good thing Jayesh was using that phone, and through remote surveillance, he could keep an eye on him.
Rohit typed quietly, "Lisa, any visuals on his current location and activity?"
[Yes, sir. He’s at the farmhouse with Amir Chaudhary. They’ve cornered Chota Seth for treachery and taken over.]
"How many people on site? Any sign of Akhil?"
[Thirty to forty n. Mostly tier-two and three level threats, ard with local guns and machets. Modern firearms not confird but if present, likely held by Jayesh’s close guards and kept concealed. Extra security at the main gate and garage. No direct visual on Akhil, but the east wing holding area is heavily restricted, even internally.]
Rohit lowered the phone, mind racing.
The east wing..
At this point, Rohit was certain that Akhil was in the farmhouse, but he had no idea how to storm it.
The original plan had been built entirely around Mori Gate and the scrapyard. Every preparation, every arrangent with Raju, every timing calculation, all of it pointed there.
The farmhouse had co out of nowhere and changed the board entirely. The problem wasn’t storming it. The problem was convincing Raju to abandon his revenge target for a different one when they had shaken hands on this last night.
Raju’s grudge against Ahd wasn’t sothing that bent easily. And a newly ford partnership wasn’t the sa as trust.
I need sothing external. Sothing that makes the farmhouse the only logical move.
Then it ca to him. Not Raju. The governnt.
If he fed detailed intelligence on Ahd’s entire operation to the Intelligence Bureau through an anonymous channel, they would move on Mori Gate themselves. That cleared the scrapyard without Raju needing to abandon anything. It also created enough chaos in Ahd’s network to open a window at the farmhouse.
His phone rang. It was Raju calling again. He accepted.
"Rohit Singhania... Anna has called all regional players including
to divide the north. Coming to witness the fun?"
Before Rohit could respond, a delicate hand wrapped around his semi-erect shaft. The phone’s vibration had awakened Aisha, whose eyes glead with predatory hunger as she began stroking him with deliberate, languid movents.
Blood rushed to his groin, his length hardening to its full eight inches under her expert touch.
"Change of plans, Raju," Rohit said, voice already strained. Aisha’s tongue traced a wet line up his inner thigh. "Halt the afternoon strike. I’ve got fresh intel."
"What the fuck, partner? We have the perfect chance right now."
"Trust —" Rohit sucked in a sharp breath as Aisha’s warm, wet mouth engulfed his swollen tip. Her tongue swirled around the sensitive head while her hands pumped his shaft and massaged his balls in perfect rhythm. "Shit!... I need to handle sothing urgent. Don’t you want to kill two birds with one stone?"
Silence stretched on the line. Then Raju exhaled. "Fine. I’ll trust you on this. Don’t make
regret it."
Rohit ended the call and tossed the phone aside. His full attention dropped to the newly corrupted beauty between his legs. ’Fuck... I need to wear this little minx out quickly before she drags
into another round. What a headache at the worst possible ti.’
"Cock-hungry little slut," he growled, fisting her hair. "Still not satisfied after last night?"
Aisha pulled back, saliva dripping from her chin, eyes glazed with lust. "You ruined ," she panted, two fingers plunging into her soaked pussy. "This monstrous cock has turned
into an addict. Now you have to take responsibility..."
She proved her words by sinking down halfway, throat tightening around him as her tongue danced along his shaft.
Rohit’s grip tightened. He thrust deep into her willing mouth. "Good. Because I’ve never run away from that."
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