Traveling Across Indian Movie Worlds

The next morning, early sunlight crept through the curtains, casting soft, golden light over the room. I woke up with a faint smile lingering on my lips, glancing over at Sunanda. She lay peacefully, her breathing slow and even, still wrapped in the warmth of last night. Last night everything had unfolded just as planned—or mostly as planned. Gayatri's unexpected call and later masturbating to us having sex over the phone had changed things, revealing an intense desire and lust in her that I hadn't anticipated, a spark of curiosity I could no longer ignore. It was time to start planning my next steps with Gayatri.

But first I had to take care of my morning tension in my dick so I pulled the sleeping Sunanda on top of me waking her up in the process and guiding my dick into her pussy and it went in very smoothly without any resistance. We had an hour of sex cumming multiple times in her pussy before heading over to the shower and cumming one last time in her pussy. 

Then I washed up and told Sunanda I would take care of the Hotel's problem. I told her to return, but not before telling her of what happened last night with Gayatri while we were having sex and my interest in her. Being a member of my Harem, she was happy that her sister would soon join her, so she said she'd help me conquer her. 

With a final kiss, I left for my office. As I arrived at my office building, I noticed an unusual crowd gathering at the entrance. Among them, a group of men seemed to be dragging someone away, while a few of my company's security guards struggled to intervene, clearly outnumbered and outmatched. Then I saw her—Divya, being held by one of the men, her face a mix of fear and defiance.

In an instant, everything clicked. The scene was like something out of Pandaga Chesko, and I realized who these men were: the enemies of Divya's family. They'd come to settle an old score. I floored the accelerator, my Defender surging forward, scattering the men as I plowed into the crowd of enemy men. Bodies flew back, and for a moment, there was silence, broken only by gasps and cries of shock.

I got out of the car before it had even come to a stop, standing squarely in front of their leader, who still had a tight grip on Divya. He froze, caught off guard by my sudden, ruthless arrival, his eyes widening as he registered the threat. He released Divya instinctively, fear flickering across his face, though he quickly masked it, calling out orders to his men.

They rushed at me, but it was over before it began. I moved through them with swift, precise strikes, disarming them with minimal effort. Each blow was deliberate—enough to shatter bones and leave them incapacitated, their cries of pain echoing as they crumpled to the ground. One by one, they fell, leaving only their leader, who had backed away in a panic.

Seeing him try to flee, I advanced, unrelenting, each step steady and full of purpose. He stumbled, his bravado from before completely shattered, and I reached him just as he turned to run. Grabbing him by the collar, I pulled him close, my voice low and calm. "If you ever come near Divya or this building again, it'll be the last thing you do."

I let him go with a hard shove, watching as he stumbled back, his men trailing behind him, limping and defeated. As I turned to head back toward the office entrance, I noticed Divya was nowhere to be seen. My eyes scanned the grounds, and just in time, I spotted a few vehicles pulling away. With a closer look using my vision, I recognized her father, uncles, and their men—they'd come to take Divya away safely. Knowing she was in good hands, I walked back inside, a deep sense of satisfaction settling over me.

I could feel Divya's emotions reaching their peak as she witnessed the fight. Her gratitude, admiration, and something more had surged, as clear to me as if she'd spoken the words aloud. She'd felt protected, seen me standing firm for her without hesitation, and in that instant, I knew her feelings had deepened.

Inside, a faint smile tugged at my lips. The moment had forged a new bond between us, one unspoken yet undeniably powerful. Each step I took felt more certain, my next move unfolding in my mind.

I was sure that Divya's father and his brothers would return in a few days to discuss our future and to decide if I was the right partner for her. Winning Divya over was almost complete. Meanwhile, my plans for Gayatri, Pameela, and Sashi would have to wait until Sekhar was discharged from the hospital and I have to receive an invitation to visit his house.

In thinking about Gayatri, my mind drifted to Vinaya Vidheya Rama, a movie in which Sharanya (or Pinky) was a character. I recalled that the protagonist's family in that storyline included four MILFs. Curious, I activated my Technopathy ability, tapping into online resources for the latest updates on the family and storyline timeline. Bhuvan, it seemed, had left for Bihar a few months back with two of his brothers due to his posting as Election Commissioner. The rest of the family was currently en route to Hyderabad after a pilgrimage to Dwarka. They had already purchased a new home next to mine, and their belongings had been moved in by transport trucks. By this evening, they would be settling into their new home.

As per the timeline, the protagonist was currently on his way to rescue his three brothers from Raja Bhai Munna's clutches. I saw this as an opportunity: if I could eliminate the protagonist and his brothers, any obstacles in my path to winning over the MILFs would be gone.

With this plan in mind, I called on EVE, my System, to create an ability that would allow me to fly at high speeds.

EVE: Ding! The ability "Flight" has been created. Ding! Due to the skill "Instant Mastery," the ability "Flight" has reached MAX level.

EVE: Flight - The user can float and fly at a maximum speed of Mach 10.

Satisfied, I notified my manager, Konda, about my brief leave. Stepping out onto my office balcony, I took a moment to test my new ability, lifting off the ground and floating steadily as my body adapted to flying. I grinned as I felt the newfound power take hold, and with a burst of speed, I shot off, tracking the mobile signal of the protagonist using "Technopathy" as I soared through the sky.

The plan was unfolding perfectly. Within minutes, I hovered over the area where the protagonist and his brothers were tied up, held captive by Raja Bhai Munna's men. Watching from above, I allowed the scene to play out as in the movie, waiting for the perfect moment.

From my inventory, I pulled out a rifle I'd bought and stored precisely for situations like this. As the protagonist broke free and started to decimate the goons, even beheading Raja Bhai Munna's two brothers in a swift, brutal move, chaos erupted. His foes retaliated, firing a relentless rain of bullets. In the confusion, I took aim, aligning my shot with a precision honed by practice.

A single, silent shot cut through the air, masked by the surrounding gunfire. The bullet found its mark, piercing the protagonist's head cleanly. He crumpled instantly, the fight leaving his eyes in a fraction of a second. Swiftly, I dispatched his three brothers, eliminating each target before anyone even noticed.

With my mission complete, I took to the skies once more, flying back to my office, a faint sense of satisfaction settling in.