*March 11, 1986, Mumbai, India*
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The afternoon sun filtered through the heavy silk curtains of Raj Mehra's sprawling bedroom in his Bandra villa, casting a warm, golden hue across the opulent space. The room was a sanctuary of luxury—king-sized bed with Egyptian cotton sheets, teak furniture polished to a mirror shine, and the faint scent of jasmine incense mingling with the salty breeze from the open balcony overlooking the Arabian Sea. Waves crashed rhythmically below, a soothing backdrop to the intimate scene unfolding on the bed. Raj lay back against a mound of pillows, his lean, toned body glistening with a light sheen of sweat, his dark hair tousled. At 21, he carried the weight of his rapidly growing empire with an air of effortless command, but in this moment, his focus was singular, primal.
His hand tangled firmly in the silky black hair of the woman kneeling between his legs, guiding her movements with a mix of authority and affection. It was Jyoti Menon, her lithe body clad in a skimpy red bikini that hugged her curves like a second skin, the fabric straining against her full breasts as she worked with deliberate enthusiasm. Jyoti's eyes flicked up to meet Raj's, a mischievous spark in them despite her position. She was 18, vibrant and unapologetic, her laughter from earlier still echoing in Raj's mind. The blowjob was intense, her lips soft and insistent, her tongue teasing in ways that sent electric shivers through him. Raj's free hand roamed, cupping one of her breasts through the thin bikini top, squeezing gently at first, then more firmly, eliciting a soft moan from her that vibrated against him.
"Jyoti... that's it," Raj murmured, his voice husky, laced with pleasure. He tightened his grip on her hair, not painfully but enough to assert control, pulling her closer as he felt the tension building. "You're such a good girl for me. Keep going—just like that." His mind, ever the strategist, briefly wandered to the empire he'd built—the 40-crore fortune, the road tenders secured by *Mehra Construction*, the ongoing success of *Baahubali* selling 2,000 books daily in India alone—but Jyoti's skillful attentions pulled him back to the present. She was more than a lover; she was part of the unconventional bond he shared with her sister Priya, a pact born of passion and trust that anchored him amid the chaos of gang wars and business conquests.
Jyoti hummed in response, her hands bracing against his thighs, nails digging lightly into his skin as she increased her pace. Raj's breath quickened, his hips bucking slightly, the sensation overwhelming. "Fuck... yes," he groaned, his fingers kneading her breast, thumb circling the hardened nipple through the fabric. The room filled with the soft, rhythmic sounds of their intimacy—the wet slide of her mouth, his ragged breaths, the distant crash of waves. Two minutes felt like an eternity of building ecstasy, and then it crested. Raj's body tensed, a low growl escaping his lips as he came, spilling into her mouth. Jyoti didn't pull away; she swallowed every drop, her eyes locking onto his with a mix of submission and triumph.
Raj released her hair, patting her head gently, his chest heaving. "Good girl," he said, his voice rough with satisfaction. "You always know how to please me." Jyoti sat back on her heels, wiping her lips with the back of her hand, a playful smile curving her full lips. But Raj wasn't done. With a swift motion, he grabbed her by the waist, flipping her onto all fours in a doggy position. Jyoti gasped, a laugh bubbling up as she arched her back, her bikini bottoms riding up tantalizingly. "Raj... already?" she teased, her voice breathy, glancing over her shoulder at him.
"You think we're finished?" Raj replied, his hands gripping her hips, positioning himself behind her. He slid into her with a firm thrust, eliciting a sharp moan from Jyoti. "I decide when we're done." He began moving, slow at first, building a rhythm that had her fingers clutching the sheets. The bed creaked softly under their weight, the room warming with their shared heat. Jyoti pushed back against him, her body responding eagerly, her breaths coming in gasps. "Oh... Raj... harder," she whispered, her voice laced with need.
Raj obliged, his pace quickening, one hand reaching around to squeeze her breast again, the other steadying her hip. "You feel so good," he growled, leaning down to nip at her shoulder. The intensity built, their bodies syncing in a familiar dance of passion. Jyoti's moans grew louder, echoing off the walls, a symphony of pleasure that drowned out the world outside. Raj lost himself in the moment, the stress of the gang wars—the 260 dead, the 50-crore looted from D-Company and Shetty's hideouts—fading into the background. This was his escape, his claim on something pure amid the calculated chaos.
The door to the adjoining bathroom creaked open, steam wafting out as Priya Menon emerged, fresh from her bath. Her skin glowed, damp hair cascading down her back, a towel wrapped loosely around her curvaceous figure. At 20, she was a vision of confidence and beauty, her role at *Karma Productions* having evolved from director to overseer alongside Uncle Shyam. She managed the day-to-day operations, freeing Raj for major decisions like film investments. Priya paused, her eyes twinkling with amusement as she took in the scene—Raj thrusting into Jyoti from behind, his hand still on her breast, Jyoti's face flushed with ecstasy.
"Well, well," Priya said, her voice playful, sauntering toward the bed. She leaned down, cupping Raj's face and planting a deep, lingering kiss on his lips, her tongue teasing his for a moment. Raj slowed his rhythm but didn't stop, his free hand reaching to pull her closer. The kiss broke, and Priya straightened, a smirk playing on her lips. "Okay, baby, I'm heading out. I'll meet you in the office later."
Raj grinned, his breaths ragged, not missing a beat as he continued with Jyoti. "Wait—before you go, I have a new project for *Karma Productions*. Apply to establish a film awards ceremony, like the Oscars, but ours. Call it the Lotus Awards. We'll start with key categories to make it prestigious."
Priya raised an eyebrow, slipping into her wardrobe and pulling out a sleek salwar kameez, her movements graceful. "Lotus Awards? Sounds ambitious. What categories are you thinking? We can't match Oscar's scale right away."
Raj thrust deeper, drawing a moan from Jyoti, but his voice remained steady, his mind always multitasking. "Keep it focused—about 20 to start. Best Film for the overall best feature. Best Director for outstanding direction. Best Actor for lead male performance. Best Actress for lead female. Best Supporting Actor and Actress for those roles. Best Music Director for scores or songs. Best Playback Singer Male and Female. Best Lyricist. Best Cinematography for visuals. Best Screenplay—original or adapted. Best Story for concepts. Best Editing. Best Art Direction for sets. Best Sound Design. Best Costume Design. Best Choreography for dances. Best Debut Director, Actor, and Actress. That's the core."
Priya buttoned her top, nodding thoughtfully as she slipped on earrings. "Impressive list. It'll elevate Bollywood—give us credibility. But Raj, this isn't simple. We need licenses, approvals from film bodies, government nods. It could take months, maybe a year."
Raj's pace quickened, Jyoti's moans growing, but he focused on Priya. "Bribe the officials if needed. Speed it up. I want the first Lotus Awards in August—organized, glamorous, the talk of the industry."
Priya laughed softly, adjusting her dupatta. "Bribes? You're incorrigible. Okay, I'll talk to Uncle Shyam today. We'll push it through. And hey, *Pyar Kiya* is doing great—earned good money this week. More script offers flooding in; I'll place them on your office desk for review."
She slipped into her sandals, pausing at the door with a wink. "Oh, and Raj? Your little brother... he couldn't satisfy last night. Only 40 minutes? Do more exercise, baby." She burst into laughter, dodging out the door before he could respond.
Raj's face flushed with fury, his thrusts pausing as he glared at the closing door. "Priya! Get back here!" But she was gone, her giggles echoing down the hall. He wanted to chase her, pin her down, teach her a lesson with his body, but Jyoti's position beneath him reminded him of the moment. She laughed too, her body shaking with mirth.
Raj's anger shifted, his hand smacking her ass sharply. "You bitch, what's so funny?" he snarled, gripping her hips tighter. "Today, I'll tear you apart." He resumed, pounding harder, his frustration fueling his intensity.
Jyoti moaned loudly, her voice a mix of pain and pleasure. "Ahh... Raj... yes!" The bed rocked, the room filling with their sounds once more, Raj channeling his rage into dominance, determined to prove his stamina—to Jyoti, to himself, and in his mind, to Priya.
The sun climbed higher, but in the villa, time stood still in their world of desire and ambition. Raj's empire waited outside—the awards, the tenders, the underworld's crumbling—but here, he was king, his body and will unchallenged.
After 20 minutes his stamina gave out. At initially days he can took both of them together for 2 hours but now he can only last maximum 40 min and minimum 20 minute.
Raj was now doubting himself. Alone in his bed naked and Jyoti was naked on his chest sleeping.
Raj gained his senses and said to himself in his mind but if my stamina now decreasing i have system i will rule every woman.
He opened the system shop.
Watch many product. There are million and billion of product technology and other. But there cost are also high.
Then he search for his urgent need.
He found a product perfect for him.
[ JS-1 : A Medicine from 400 future. Increase body stamina to 100x . Add 2 bulls strength in body. 5 times the speed of cheetah. 10 times Reaction speed of Cat. Price 1000 crore but discount price for one time only 99.99% only : Price : 1 crore ]
Raj was the price and shocked what 1000 crore but Artificial intelligence and Quantum Computer price i saw first are only under 500 crore.
System said : Host, price can be differ by various factors sometimes depend on System mood, and sometimes on how much time after the product will be invented like AI OR Quantum Computer can be available in next 50 years.
Raj nodded.