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The polished chrome of the car’s grille gleamed, reflecting the city’s chaotic ballet of light. Rehaan Sehgal gripped the wheel, the hum of the engine a familiar lullaby against the roar of the metropolis. His skyscraper company pierced the clouds, a monument of glass and steel, each floor a testament to his ambition, a sleek, modern titan of commerce. He reached for the dashboard, his fingers brushing the cool plastic of the stereo.

A warm, melodic voice filled the silent cabin, wrapping around him like a silken shawl. "Good afternoon, my beautiful people! This is your girl, RJ Ignite, here on HeatBeat Radio, turning up the heat and sparking some joy in your lives!"

Rehaan’s foot eased off the accelerator. Her voice, a rich blend of velvet and fire, danced through the air, pulling him in. It held a playful lilt, yet beneath it, a depth that resonated.

"Alright, our first caller for the afternoon is Eshan! Eshan, my love, what's on your mind?"

A young man's voice, tinged with a nervous tremor, crackled through the speakers. "Hey, RJ Ignite! Big fan! So, my best friend, Kabir, just went through a really rough breakup. Like, super rough. She left him, cheated on him and now he is so sad about that. He's been holed up, not talking to anyone. I just want him to know I'm there, you know? That he's not alone. Meine usse bohat samjhane ki koshish ki."

"Eshan, that's beautiful, yaar," RJ Ignite's voice softened, a comforting balm. "True friendship is a rare gem. Kabir, if you're listening, know that you have someone who cares, someone who sees your pain and wants to share the load. It's okay to hurt, it's okay to feel. But remember, the sun always rises, even after the longest night."

A pause, filled with the gentle crackle of the radio. Rehaan leaned back, a subtle shift in his posture. He found himself inexplicably drawn to her words, to the genuine empathy that poured from her.

"And for you, Kabir, and for every soul out there nursing a broken heart, here's a little something to remind you that healing is a journey, not a destination. This one's for you, from your amazing friend, Eshan." A soulful melody, rich with acoustic guitar, began to play.

तेरे जैसा यार कहाँ, कहाँ ऐसा याराना

याद करेगी दुनिया, तेरा मेरा अफ़साना

तेरे जैसा यार कहाँ...

मेरी ज़िन्दगी संवारी, मुझको गले लगा के

बैठा दिया फ़लक पे, मुझे ख़ाक से उठा के

यारा तेरी यारी को, मैंने तो ख़ुदा माना

याद करेगी दुनिया...

RJ Ignite. The name itself was a spark. He imagined her, perhaps a young woman, vibrant, full of life, her eyes bright with understanding. He had heard countless RJs, but none had ever held his attention quite like this. A subtle curiosity, a rare sensation for him, began to unfurl within his chest.

The song faded, replaced by the RJ’s vibrant voice. "Wow, what a track, right? Hope that brought a little comfort to Kabir. Now, let's hear from our next caller! Or haan, “sacha pyaar hai, toh usse khula chodh do, vo tumhare pass laut kar aajayega or agar nahi aaya toh shayad fir vo kabhi sacha tha hi nahi!” We have Priya on the line! Priya, darling, tell us everything!"

A woman's voice, weary and strained, entered the conversation. "RJ Ignite, I'm just… I'm so tired. My phone hasn't stopped ringing all day. Emails piling up, deadlines looming, my boss breathing down my neck. I feel like I'm drowning. I just want to scream. Har waqt bas kaam kaam kaam, I'm so tired genuinely." Her voice cracked, a raw edge of frustration.

"Oh, Priya, meri jaan," RJ Ignite cooed, her voice a soothing current. "I hear you. Every single word. The world often demands so much from us, doesn't it? But tell me, when was the last time you demanded something for yourself? A quiet moment? A deep breath? A cup of chai without a screen in front of you? Khud se pyaar karna seekho meri jaan."

Priya sighed, a long, drawn-out sound. "I don't even remember."

"Exactly. We chase, we strive, we conquer. But sometimes, we forget the most important person in this race: ourselves. You cannot pour from an empty cup, Priya. It's not selfish to take care of you. It's essential. Love yourself first, darling. The world can wait five minutes while you just breathe. Ek lambi saans."

"Ahm one shayri for you,

O tension ke dukaan, zara ruk ja re yaar, Khud se bhi kar le thoda sa pyaar.
Duniya ko chhod, pehle khud ko sambhal, Tu hi toh hero hai… baaki sab background ka maal.”

Rehaan, usually impervious to such sentiments, found himself nodding. He understood the relentless pressure, the constant barrage of demands. Her words, simple yet profound, resonated with a truth he often ignored.

"Here's a song for you, Priya, a reminder to hit pause, to embrace the quiet, and to shower yourself with the same love and kindness you so readily give to others." A gentle, instrumental piece, flowing like a calm river, filled the air.

जिंदगी एक सफर है सुहाना

यहां कल क्या हो किसने जाना

चांद तारों से चलना है आगे

आसमानों से बढ़ना है अगले

पीछे रह जाएगा ये जमाना

हंसते गाते जहां से गुजर

दुनिया की तू परवा ना कर

मुस्कुराते हुए दिन बिताना

यहाँ कल क्या हो किसने जाना....

As the music played, RJ Ignite's voice returned, softer now, a hushed whisper. "And while that beautiful melody washes over you, Priya, let's also remember the anchors in our lives. The ones who love us unconditionally. Our families. Even when the world feels overwhelming, a simple call, a shared meal, a heartfelt hug from your loved ones… that's where the real strength lies. They are your safe harbor, your sanctuary. Don't forget to lean on them, and don't forget to cherish them. You may have many friends, business deals to conquer, emails and all but they have you and your love which is irreplaceable."

Rehaan's gaze drifted to the rearview mirror. His own family… a whirlwind of business meetings, international calls, and distant smiles. Moreover, his relations with his father weren't that nice. He hadn't seen his father in years, not properly. He usually pushed such thoughts aside, but RJ Ignite’s words, delivered with such warmth and conviction, pricked at him. He never really missed him nor he cared in his childhood about him. He is more close to his nanny than his father. The idea of having a family in his business life- the thought felt wierd and distant to him. He never thought he needed anyone in his life. Only person he'll ever consider as his family was his mother... or perhaps his late mother. But today, something maybe someone ignited warmth in his usually cold heart.

A digital chime, soft and melodic, signaled the passing of time. "And just like that, our time is almost up, my beautiful people! The clock strikes three, and it's time for another amazing voice to grace your airwaves. Mere pyaare dosto apna khyaal rakhna or haan mujhe boht boht miss Krna. Byeeeee, take care. Radio Jockey Ignite taking off.. See yaa!"

Rehaan’s lips, widened just a bit. A smile, something rare and unexpectedly psychopathic, bloomed on his face. He hadn't realized how long it had been since he’d felt this lightness, this simple joy. He whispered, the name a soft exhalation of breath, "RJ Ignite."

He owned a radio FM company, a sprawling enterprise of sound and signal. He understood the mechanics, the algorithms, the business of broadcasting. Yet, this woman, this voice, had captivated him in a way no marketing strategy ever could. A new kind of excitement, a keen anticipation, stirred within him. He wanted to hear her again. He needed to.

The pop song faded, replaced by a new voice, equally warm but lacking the unique spark of RJ Ignite. Rehaan reached for his phone, the momentary reverie broken by the vibration in his hand.

"Sir, it's Vidisha," his assistant's crisp voice cut through the lingering warmth of the radio. "Blackwell's just confirmed the meeting. They're ready to sign."

"Excellent," Rehaan replied, his voice back to its usual authoritative tone. His voice dropped an octave- almost possesive. "Set it up for tomorrow morning. And Vidisha, remind me to look into the HeatBeat Radio schedule. 'RJ Ignite', note this name. I want to know when RJ Ignite is on air again."

She was a free bird and he was determined to make her his captive.

He stood, shedding his clothes with swift, practiced movements. The crisp white shirt, the dark trousers, the expensive leather belt – all fell to the floor in a heap. He stood before her, magnificent and unashamed. His cock, thick and engorged, jutted out, its head slick with pre-cum. It throbbed, a testament to his own barely contained desire. He reached into a drawer of the desk, pulling out a small foil packet and a tube of lubricant. His fingers tore the packet open, revealing the condom. With a smooth motion, he unrolled it down his shaft, then squeezed a generous dollop of lube onto its tip, then onto her slick pussy.

"Ready for more, my little strawberry?" he asked, his voice a low growl. She could only nod, her eyes fixed on his throbbing erection, a silent plea.

He positioned himself between her legs, his cock hovering at her entrance. He pushed, slowly, deliberately. "Ahhh," she gasped, feeling the stretching, the fullness as he began to fill her. He pressed deeper, stretching her walls, until the head of his cock breached her, then slowly, inch by agonizing inch, he drove inside her. A deep, guttural groan escaped him as he buried himself completely, sinking into her warmth.

"So tight," he breathed, his hips pressing against hers. He paused, letting her adjust to his size, letting the sensation of being completely filled wash over her. Then, he began to move. Slow, powerful thrusts, pulling almost all the way out, then driving deep again, his balls slapping softly against her ass with each impact. A rhythmic shlick, shlick filled the silent cabin, punctuated by her gasps and his grunts.

He kept his hand on her clit, rubbing it relentlessly with his thumb as he fucked her, each thrust of his hips perfectly synchronized with the stimulation of her clit. Her body tightened around him, her legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him deeper. The desk beneath her became a landscape of sensation, the cool wood against her back a counterpoint to the burning inferno between her legs.

"More," she whimpered, her voice barely audible over the sounds of their coupling. "Harder."

He obliged, his thrusts becoming more frantic, more primal. His muscles flexed and strained, his breath coming in ragged gasps. The constant friction on her clit, combined with the relentless pounding inside her, sent her spiraling towards another climax. "Oh, oh, OH!" she cried out, her body arching again, her nails digging into his shoulders. Another wave, even more intense than the last, convulsed through her, her pussy clenching around his cock, milking him.

He didn't stop, continuing his furious rhythm, her clit still under his thumb. Another wave hit her, then another, and another. Four times, she came, each orgasm more shattering than the last, her body a trembling mess of pleasure, her cries echoing in the soundproof room. Her squirts mingled with her sweat, making the desk slick beneath her. He watched her, his eyes blazing, his face a mask of raw desire. Finally, with a deep groan, a final, powerful thrust, he emptied himself deep inside her, his body shuddering with his own release.

He pulled out slowly, his cock still hard and slick, the used condom glistening. He removed it, discarding it with a sigh. He then reached for another, tearing it open. Jiya, still trembling, watched him, her eyes wide with a mixture of exhaustion and wonder. He applied more lube, then, without a word, he re-entered her, his cock sliding back into her slick, receptive pussy.

He didn't thrust this time. Instead, he simply lifted her from the desk, holding her tightly against him. Her legs wrapped around his waist, her arms around his neck, her head resting on his shoulder. His cock remained buried deep inside her, a constant, delicious pressure. He began to walk, slowly, deliberately, around the vast cabin, holding her close. The rhythmic sway of his body, the gentle friction of his cock against her inner walls, sent delicious aftershocks through her. With every step he took, his cock brushed against her cervix, eliciting a soft moan from her.

"My sweet, sweet girl," he whispered against her ear, his voice soft, tender, a stark contrast to his earlier ferocity. "My beautiful, brave Jiya." He kissed the top of her head, then her temple, his lips lingering. "You are everything."

He continued to walk, circumnavigating the large desk, past the towering bookshelves, her body molded against his, his cock a deep, constant presence within her. The world outside the soundproof walls ceased to exist. There was only the warmth of his body, the gentle rocking motion, and the profound intimacy of their connection.

He finally stopped, lowering her gently onto a plush leather couch nestled in a corner of the room. He didn't pull out, his cock still deep inside her, a warm, anchoring presence. He settled beside her, pulling her onto his lap, her back against his chest. His arms wrapped around her, his fingers tracing patterns on her skin.

"And now, my love," he murmured, his breath warm against her ear, "for the next chapter... I'll fuck you so hard on this couch today that you will feel me for days even when I'm not inside this pretty little pink pussy of yours."

"ANAHITAAAAA!" Anahita flinched at the sudden noise. She hurriedly closed her novel and hid it in her purse. Nayantara Raizada smirked on seeing her friend's red face and noticed her hurried movements of hiding the book. "Aahannn! Soooooo something - something? Hehe," she wiggled her eyebrows mischievously . "N-nothing - nothing, absolutely nothing," Anahita blabbered nervously.

"Hmmm.. you were reading your muchi muchi novels naa.. I know babe.. I know." Nayantara playfully teased her. "NAHI RE! I was just reading a book.. haan a self-help book. No big issue." Anahita quickly defended herself.

"Well, I know I know, ek dum mast self-help book hai. Totally inspiring. Kherr jokes apart, tomorrow is your last day. I'll miss you babie." Nayantara said in a very emotional manner. "Aee don't be sad, and yeah I'm resigning tomorrow but, you know, day after tomorrow, I'm going to for an interview as well."

"Which company?" Nayantara interrogated.

"Umm koi masala mirchi naam tha? Haan, it was "FM Tadka 98.3." Anahita said casually.

Nayantara got shocked, happy and excited all at once. "Annuu, do you have any idea, how lucky you are. It's such a successful and big company. If you clear the interview, you're gonna give me party! It's such an amazing opportunity for you."

"Hmm.. I know. I've heard a lot about it. It's just I mess names up horribly."

"But, beware of the CEO. I've heard from Vaani that Dr. Rehaan Sehgal- he is very strict and stoic. A ruthless & cold hearted person. Vaani also works there. You remember?" Nayantara said disappointedly.

"Ye konsa Wattpad ki novel chal ri hai bhai? Well, if he is hot then how amazing that would be. Kaam ka kaam and perfect eye view as well. Hehe" They both giggled.

In her mind, she was continuously thinking about Dr. Rehaan Sehgal. Her eyes were far more distant and her artificial smile seemed way too genuine, as if she knew.. maybe something?