Raghav's mind buzzed with the possibilities. Neha was stunning—raven-haired, with piercing green eyes that seemed to hold an eternal secret. Her figure, always wrapped in designer clothes, oozed sensuality. She had been married to his father for years, but their relationship had deteriorated into nothing but a business arrangement.
He knew what he had to do.
Dressed in a suit tailored to perfection, he made his way downstairs. The mansion was a sprawling estate, filled with marble floors, expensive artwork, and an air of aristocratic dominance. In the living room, Neha was seated on a white leather couch, sipping a glass of wine. Her eyes flicked toward him, cold and uninterested.
"You're awake," she said, her voice devoid of warmth. "Good."
Raghav smirked, feeling the system pulse in his veins. He could sense it—the subtle shift in power between them. Before, Neha had looked down on him like a spoiled child. Now, he felt her weakness. The system gave him an edge—a confidence he had never known before.
"Neha," he said, sitting next to her without an invitation, his voice oozing charm. "You look stunning today."
She raised an eyebrow, but didn't move away. "Flattery doesn't suit you, Raghav."
He leaned in closer, his hand brushing against her thigh. "Maybe you don't know me as well as you think."
Neha's breath hitched. Her body tensed, but she didn't stop him. He could feel it—the system was working, amplifying his natural allure, breaking down her defenses. For the first time, she seemed unsure, vulnerable even.
"Conquest progress: 20%."
Raghav's lips curled into a predatory smile.