In the Mansion…
Jay carefully made Shivani take her medicine and gently laid her on the bed. After making sure she was asleep, he walked out of the bedroom and headed toward Aman's room. But to his surprise, the room appeared empty. Just then, Aman stepped out of the closet, adjusting his clothes.
Jay noticed him and asked, "How are you feeling now, Aman?"
Aman replied, "Better than before."
"Good," Jay nodded. "I need to talk to you."
"Alright," Aman agreed, and both of them walked toward the study room. After a private conversation that lasted a while, the two men exited the room with serious expressions.
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At a Hotel Room…
Chanchala slowly opened her eyes, stretching lazily as a smile crept onto her lips. She was completely naked, her body sore and aching all over. She turned toward the man sleeping beside her—his back facing her—and wrapped her arms around him, placing soft kisses on his back.
Suddenly, chaos erupted.
Reporters and media personnel barged into the room with flashing cameras. Chanchala gasped in fake fear and clung tightly to the man beside her. A thin bedsheet covered only parts of their bodies, leaving little to the imagination. Flash after flash, the room was filled with clicking sounds.
"Miss Chanchala, who is this man lying next to you?" a reporter shouted.
"Is he your boyfriend? Are you two in a live-in relationship?"
"Does your father, Mr. Saxena, know about this behavior of yours?"
"Speak up, Miss Saxena!"
Chanchala's heart pounded. She had instructed Julie to send the reporters after Jay… so how had this plan gone so terribly wrong?
Before she could react, the man beside her stirred awake. As he sat up, reporters zoomed in, capturing every angle.
Chanchala turned to look at the man and froze.
With utter shock, she whispered, "Rivaansh Mittal!"
And it was live.
Every channel, every screen across the country was broadcasting the scandalous footage. Mr. Saxena, watching from home, clutched his chest in disbelief and collapsed—suffering a heart attack. He was immediately rushed to the hospital.
Back at the hotel…
Rivaansh, still groggy and irritated, faced the reporters and declared, "She is my girlfriend, and we're planning to get married soon. Does anyone have a problem with that?"
"But your fathers are business rivals," a reporter pointed out.
"Even so," Rivaansh replied coolly, "I've loved her—deeply and madly—since childhood. And nothing will stop us now. I believe your questions are answered. Please leave."
The reporters, silenced by his confidence, packed up and left the room.
As the door shut, Chanchala's fake calm vanished. She turned to Rivaansh, enraged, and shoved him hard. He tumbled off the bed onto the floor, glaring back with fury. Rising, he marched to her and struck her across the face. She fell back onto the bed, holding her cheek in shock.
"You slapped me!" she screamed.
He grabbed a handful of her hair from behind and growled, "How dare you push me off the bed?"
Gritting her teeth, Chanchala hissed, "How dare you sleep with me and then tell the world I'm your girlfriend? That we're getting married?"
Rivaansh let out a cold laugh, cupping her chin tightly. "You think I slept with you? You're insane. You came to me. You drugged me, forced yourself on me, and now you dare play the victim?"
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Flashback – The Previous Night…
Chanchala had come downstairs, searching frantically for Jay's room keycard. She even checked near the washroom, but couldn't find it. In frustration, she called Julie and told her everything.
Julie responded, "What? But I gave you the card! How is it missing?"
"I don't know!" Chanchala snapped. "Tell me what to do now!"
After a pause, Julie said, "Enough time has passed since he took the drug. It must've started working by now."
"What are you suggesting?"
"If you can't find the key… just go to him directly," Julie said calmly.
"Are you crazy? If he sees me, he'll kill me!" Chanchala protested.
Julie smirked over the call. "Only if he's conscious enough. Right now, he must be craving a woman's touch."
Hesitant but desperate, Chanchala made her way to Jay's room. As she approached room number 3006, the entire corridor was suddenly plunged into darkness due to a power outage. In the confusion, she mistakenly knocked on door 3007 instead.
Before the man inside could say a word, she slipped into the room, pulled him close, and began kissing him aggressively. She pushed him back onto the bed, unbuttoned his shirt, and stripped it off. Soon, she removed all his clothes, and then her own.
The man was heavily drugged and barely aware of what was happening. He lay still, confused, as she caressed his body and climbed on top of him. Slowly, she seduced him into losing control. Eventually, he flipped her beneath him and entered her.
A sharp cry escaped Chanchala's lips, and tears trickled from the corners of her eyes. She realized in that moment—she had lost her virginity.
But alongside her tears was a wicked smile.
Finally, Jay. You're mine now. No one can stop me from becoming Mrs. Jay Singhania—not even you.
Again and again, she whispered, "I love you, Jay… I love you…"
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Back to Present…
Aman had secretly tracked Chanchala's movements through his men. He had bribed the reporters with more money than Julie had offered. They had stormed the wrong room—intentionally.
And thus, Chanchala's own trap backfired. Her darkest secret was now public.
Because as they say… those who plot evil, often fall into their own pit.