The air-conditioned chill of the Gurgaon corporate tower did nothing to cool the fire burning inside Arjun’s chest. It was 9:30 PM. Most employees had left the 22nd-floor office, leaving behind the faint glow of monitors and the distant hum of the AC. Arjun, 34, sat at his cubicle pretending to review a presentation, but his eyes kept darting toward the corner cabin with the frosted glass doors. His wife Neha, 30, stunning marketing executive with a body that turned heads in every meeting—full breasts, curvy hips, and long wavy hair—was already inside.

For weeks the tension had been building. Late-night confessions in their DLF Phase 3 apartment. Arjun’s dark fantasy of watching his ambitious, slightly dominant wife get claimed by someone superior. Karan Sharma, the 38-year-old Regional Head, was the perfect predator—tall, broad-shouldered, sharp-featured, with a deep voice that made juniors nervous and wives wet. He had been flirting with Neha openly during team lunches, once even brushing his hand against her waist in the elevator while Arjun stood two feet away.