Hunter – Who became Mr. Poor?

Mr. Rahul's business was doing well. He owned a garment company, and a large portion of his products were exported.

Mr. Rahul was a little short and overweight, with a dark complexion, but his education and business acumen were unmatched.

Mr. Rahul took over his father's business after completing his MBA from Harvard University in the United States. He was almost 50 years old. He was married. His wife was very beautiful and smart, but

after just five years, she left him and moved abroad with someone else. After that, he had no particular interest in marriage. But just a few months ago, he married Chanchal, who was about 25 years old.

Chantal was also quite fickle in her personal life. She had deliberately married Raj at the age of 20. Raj had cancer and passed away within three years.

Although Raj wasn't very wealthy, he left behind a two-room flat, insurance proceeds, and a small bank balance totaling approximately 2 lakh rupees, along with a scooter.

But that wasn't much for a modern girl like Chanchal. Slowly, even that money was running out. Meanwhile, she had ensnared Mr. Rahul. She joined his company as a secretary and later became his life partner.

After marriage, Chanchal quit her job. Now she lived in Mr. Rahul's luxurious bungalow and enjoyed the car to her heart's content.

Meanwhile, a young man named Rajen replaced Chanchal as a secretary at Mr. Rahul's company.

For a while, Chanchal and Mr. Mahesh's life was normal. She was even pregnant, but Mr. Rahul didn't even know about it, and she had the child aborted. She had her eyes on Mr. Rahul's business.

Meanwhile, Rajen often visited Mr. Rahul at home, and Chanchal treated him well. She would sit and chat with him.

While offering him a cup of tea, she would deliberately drop her pallu, exposing her curves. Sometimes, she would play with Rajen's legs under the table.

Gradually, Rajen also began to feel attracted to Chanchal. Now, she would even go out with him.

Sometimes, Mr. Rahul himself would send Rajen shopping with Chanchal. Chanchal, overjoyed, even bought Manish an expensive mobile phone exactly like hers.

Chantal would take Rajen to a resort on the highway, a short distance from the city, spend hours with him there, and even have sex with him. The physical pleasure she couldn't get from Mr. Rahul, she was getting from Manish.

Mr. Rahul also had to travel out of town for business, so Chanchal and Rajen had complete freedom.

Blood, cough, and happiness cannot be hidden. Gradually, their stories reached Mr. Rahul's ears through the office, but he never let Chanchal know. Chanchal had become somewhat cautious, too.

A few days later, Mr. Rahul had to go out of town again. Chanchal was enjoying herself at a resort, taking Rajen in her jeep.

Just then, Mr. Rahul called Chanchal. Rajen, thinking it was his, said "hello."

Just then, Chanchal spoke up, "Whose call is it, dear?"

Hearing Mr. Rahul's voice, Rajen handed the phone to Chanchal. Chanchal hung up, but lines of worry appeared on both their faces. Their joyful mood was interrupted.

Chantal said, "We have to leave right now. Mr. Rahul will be home in 2-3 hours."

The resort had mango orchards. When Chanchal had 10 kilograms of mangoes packed, Rajen asked, "What will you do with so many mangoes?"

"You just eat the mangoes, why count the seeds?" And they both ate one mango each while sitting in the jeep.

They were now returning home. Chanchal was driving the jeep. There was a deep ditch just below the road where Rajen was sitting. At one point, Chanchal slowed the jeep down and jumped onto a pile of sand to the left, steering the jeep slightly toward the ditch.

Rajen had fallen into the ditch along with the jeep. Chanchal suffered minor scratches on her arm. After a short distance, she hitched a lift and then took a taxi home. She saw Mr. Rahul sitting on the sofa, drinking coffee and watching television.

Mr. Rahul asked, "You're so late... Where did you go?"

"There was a fresh mango sale going on in the resort's orchard; you went there."

Meanwhile, news broke on television that a jeep had fallen into a ditch. A young man was killed. There was also a bag full of mangoes in the jeep.

Mr. Rajesh spoke up, "You weren't hurt, were you? I was about to fire Rajen. The bastard was always missing from the office during working hours. Death took him from this world."

Meanwhile, Chanchal, the hunter, was brushing off the sand stuck to her saree. To Be Continue...