Indian Harem Ch. 20 – The Game Begins by vegitto306

Indian Harem Ch. 20 – The Game Begins by vegitto306

Explore the enticing world of 'Indian Harem Ch. 20 - The Game Begins'. Dive into this captivating adult sex story filled with passion, intrigue, and unexpected twists. Join the characters on their thrilling journey of desire and adventure. Read now for an unforgettable experience!<br/> ‘And in Business News, shares of Kapoor industries fell over 3% at opening today, after an already tumultuous decline of nearly 10% in the past week. Volatility continues to remain high, with rumors of poor sales and declining revenue persisting…’

‘In a separate announcement, the company has confirmed that its founder and Chairman, Mr. Pankaj Kapoor, will not be attending the Annual Stockholders Meeting at the end of the month, citing a medical issue. The company’s co-CEO, Kishore Kapoor will take his place. Mr. Kishore is expected to make an official statement at the shareholders meeting.’

‘I disagree with these rumors, Naveen. The company has sound fundamentals and good leadership. The recent dip is likely from some betting and short selling, which does not seem grounded in fact.’

‘Well, you may be right, and broadly the market does seem to agree but IF the company’s financials are worse than expected, investors may pull out. I wouldn’t bet on it myself, especially with their track record. If they are unable to allay these fears with their performance in the next quarter, I’m afraid they might lose a lot of investor confidence and that will hurt them badly.’

‘True… True. Thank you for your insights, Naveen! This is Ravi Singh and Anjali Verma with business news. The only place for real, unbiased, information on Dalal Street!’

“Oh, shut it off!” I muttered in annoyance and Jhanvi, who was sitting beside me on the couch, turned the television off. On my other side, Pooja Didi raised an eyebrow at my sudden reaction. We were all sitting in Pooja Didi’s living room, waiting for Karan to arrive, when I had stupidly turned on the news to pass the time and ended up seeing my worst fears come true.

“I hate listening to these idiots…” I growled, “They are always speculating about our finances, but they don’t have the slightest inkling of what we really are going through…”

“I know… I know…” Pooja Didi said soothingly, “But it’s just some rumour mill going on, Suraj. Why are you getting worked up so much?”

I sighed and looked at her, wondering if I should tell her the fix I was in. To tell her the truth, that the news just confirmed my theory. Ravi had executed his plan and had placed those shorts against the company!

“It’s just… it’s just… I’m stressed out, I guess…” I muttered, hoping to avoid the difficult conversation. However, just like with Nora yesterday, Jhanvi and Pooja Didi knew I was hiding something.

“Come on, Suraj!” Jhanvi said with a frown, “I know you well enough by now that I can tell that’s not all…”

“Can’t hide anything from us!” Pooja Didi chimed in, reaching up and stroking my chin, “What’s going on…?”

I looked back at my two beautiful wives beside me and sighed in defeat. “Okay… fine. We have a problem…”

***

By the time I was done, both Pooja’s and Jhanvi’s faces had paled with worry, and they looked at me anxiously.

“How much money do we need to buy those options?” Pooja Didi asked me nervously and I replied, “Roughly 10-15 Crores. And that is assuming that the market is stable.”

Jhanvi’s eyes widened, “That’s a LOT of money…”

“Yes…” I replied, “Karan said he will try to help with that, but I’m not really sure how he can do it. It’s a shit ton of money to lend a friend with little scope of return if things go bad!” I sighed in defeat.

“You TOLD him everything?” Pooja Didi asked in disbelief

“Well, obviously not everything! I can’t really tell the world that I’m having an affair with my sister-in-law and her sister at the same time!” I clarified, “Just the part about Kishore’s plan with Oberoi. He already helped us with freeing Ileana, right. We can trust him.”

“What is the alternative?” Jhanvi asked me, her tone worried, “I really doubt Karan will come through. I mean, I know he is rich and has known us since we were kids. But his father still controls the company. He can’t just pull out 10-15 crores without anyone noticing!” Jhanvi said.

“I…er… have some plans to thwart the shorts Ravi’s placing. So, the company won’t be taken over. We can get rid of Kishore and Ravi still and be finally together,” I replied grimly. “But the company would probably not recover from the loss of funds Ravi stole, it will come out eventually in an audit and… and then… and then we’ll all be royally fucked!”

We were all silent for a few moments, nobody really wanting to absorb the implications of the news I had just shared.

*Ping*

The chime from my phone broke the silence and I looked down at the screen. It was a message from Karan, ‘Need to cancel the meet-up with Jhanvi and Pooja Didi. Come and meet me at Malgoan Docs. ASAP!’

“Karan won’t be able to make it… He’s asking me to meet him at the docks…” I told them, showing them the text, “I’ll let you know what happens.”

I leaned over and gave each a gentle peck before leaving, “Please don’t worry. Everything will be fine, okay!” Both girls smiled back, though I could tell it was forced.

***

I parked the car by the docks and followed one of Peter’s men through the docks.

‘Malgaon Port’ the crown jewel of Karan’s Dad’s empire. Around 70% of the shipments to the state were routed through here; legal and illegal from what I had heard. I guess it’s hard to keep one’s hands completely clean in certain business ventures. But the way Dad talked about Thapar uncle (Karan’s dad), he had put in a lot of effort to legitimize and exit the shady parts of his operations in the last few years.

I followed the hook-nosed bodyguard between rows upon rows of stacked cargo containers. The sounds of heavy cranes loading and unloading ships in the port echoing all around us. Finally, we came to one container which stood apart from all the others. It was a small blue one, surrounded by two other burly looking guards and unlike the rest, this one had no locks and chains keeping it shut.

“He is in there,” the man pointed at the container and gestured for me to go forward. The two other men stepped aside and allowed me through.

‘Bam’

“Better tell me something useful like your friend did and I’ll let you go…” A gruff, familiar voice echoed out from behind the steel door, and I recognized it immediately. It was Peter. I opened the metal door and stepped into the container to find Karan sitting casually on a rickety stool, while Peter stood in front of three bloodied up men tied to chairs, each one of them sporting multiple bruises.

I winced as Peter took another heavy swing at the man in the middle, connecting with his ribs, eliciting a loud crunch. I almost stepped forward to stop him when I recognized their arrogant faces! They were the three thugs who had tried to kill me! I grinned, realizing why Peter was doing this.

“Ahh! Suraj! You made it!” Karan called out to me, smiling at me from his position in the far corner. Peter glanced over his shoulder at me, his knuckles bloody from hitting the men repeatedly. He nodded at me, acknowledging my entrance, but didn’t say anything else.

“What is going on…?” I asked Karan, “What is all this?”

Peter turned his attention back to the three prisoners. The men were gagged, but I saw a flicker of recognition in their eyes when they saw me enter.

“I’ll let Peter finish interrogating these assholes so we can chat…” Karan answered me, standing up. He walked towards me and whispered, “Let’s leave these idiots to Peter…” and motioned for me to follow him outside. I nodded and we both left the container.

“What is this about?” I inquired when we stepped out of the box-like prison cell.

“Well, it’s about that sword hanging above your head… Mafia Don Shah Rukh Bhai…” Karan replied, grinning at me. “And, I have some good news…”

“Shah Rukh? What about him?” I frowned, confused as Karan led me down the gravelled path between two containers. Two of his bodyguards followed behind us at a discreet distance.

“I’ve found a way to get that bastard to leave you and the family alone…” Karan answered cryptically, continuing to lead me through the maze of containers.

“What do you mean?” I asked him, curious as to what he could be talking about, but he seemed to want to be all theatrical about it, typical Karan, and just nodded for me to follow along to a small building at the end of the path.

One of the guards standing in front of this building opened the door and I followed Karan into a simple room, where a bald guy was sitting by the desk. I instantly recognized him as one of the partners of the other three guys who were being beaten to a pulp by Peter. He did have some bruises on him but nothing too serious and he seemed to cower in fear a bit at seeing me.

“Calm down!” Karan ordered the guy and then he looked at me, “Suraj, meet Bokul. One of Shah Rukh Bhai’s associates, one of the men sent to kill you… and now our newest snitch…” he said with a wicked smirk, and I frowned, wondering what the fuck Karan was up to.

“Yes, sir. Sorry about that thing with you and Ma’am…” Bokul muttered nervously while glancing at me and then at Karan’s two hulk-like bodyguards.

“Snitch!” I looked at Karan, still confused, “What do you mean?”

Karan smirked at the nervous bald guy in front of us and said, “Go on… tell him… what you told me earlier…”

“W-Well, sir… you see… Shah-Rukh Bhai… he… uh…he…” He stuttered.

“Speak up… Or you can go join your friends…” Karan threatened the bald dude with a growl, and he gulped in fear. He then looked at me and blurted out, “I know of a way to get S-Shah Rukh Bhai off your back…”

***

“This isn’t going to work!” I muttered nervously as we watched Peter and Binoy head towards the gates of an old mansion which apparently was Shah Rukh’s den! Karan and I were sitting in his car, watching from afar, as the plan we had devised came together.

“Relax, man…” Karan said, “It will be fine…” His calm attitude surprised me, especially given what was at stake.

“Are you sure this Binoy guy can be trusted? He could be bluffing!” I asked, “I mean, you literally just beat up his friends to extract the information from him!” My tone was a mixture of both scepticism and worry.