Over the next few days, Raghav orchestrated a series of encounters with Suman, each one carefully crafted to lower her defenses. They met at several business meetings, shared lunches at high-end restaurants, and exchanged pleasantries that slowly transformed into deeper conversations. His mind manipulation ability played its part, subtly shifting her thoughts, making her think she needed him—not just as a business ally, but as a man.
Suman was married, of course, but her relationship was one of convenience. Her husband was more interested in political gain than in her, and Raghav used that knowledge to his advantage.
One evening, after a particularly successful business deal, Raghav invited Suman to celebrate. They found themselves in an exclusive lounge, away from prying eyes. The atmosphere was thick with tension, and Raghav could see the cracks forming in her cold, composed exterior.
"You're different from other men in this industry," Suman commented, sipping her drink. Her eyes lingered on him longer than usual.
Raghav leaned in, his voice low. "I know what I want, and I take it."
Her breath hitched slightly, but she masked it with a small smirk. "Is that so?"
"Absolutely," he replied, his hand brushing against hers. The system pulsed, feeding him information—her weakening resolve, her desire for something more than the dull routine of power games. She was on the verge of breaking.
"Conquest progress: 50%."
Suman didn't pull away from his touch.