ARJUN POVI woke up with a soft body pressed against mine. Her head on my hand, face pressed against my chest, an arm around my torso and a leg over my legs.I have been awake for the past one hour but somewhat I did not have the heart to get up. This small room which is smaller than my bathroom and this bed somewhat made all my pain and exhaustion go away. It’s eleven in the morning. As far as I remember, we went to bed around eleven in the night. I slept for more than ten hours. I don’t remember when was the last time, I slept for so long, but it is the longest I have slept in the last three years.The maids knocked the door twice. First to bring her clothes, so she can freshen up and second to bring breakfast. And I dismissed them both the times and went for sleep again and I slept. That itself is a miracle considering my sleep pattern.Shweta sleeping for so long is what caught my attention. She would normally wake up around eight in the morning. In fact, she would be awake even b
RAHUL POVI was getting irritated as well as frustrated because of my so-called best friend, Vikram. I don’t know if I should bang my head on the wall or his. The idiot went out of his way and hacked Siddharth Mehra’s company’s computer system.Why?So that he can add our fake names to his clients list with whom he has meetings today. That Siddharth Mehra is going to have a bloody heart ache, if he has a slightest inkling to what Vikram is up to nowadays. Now, he wants me to convince Arjun Bhai, to permit us to go out so that he can meet his lover boy.The meeting is in three hours i.e. at four p.m. and it is already one p.m. Apparently, I have just two hours to convince bhai, because it would take around one hour for us to reach his office.“You promised you will convince Arjun.” He said irritated, as if I am not fulfilling my promise to him.“I promised you nothing. I said I will try to convince him, and I asked two bloody days’ time for that.” I gritted and continued “Just what the
Vikram POVMy foot tapped on the white marble floor impatiently. Rahul was busy reading some business magazine. There were several buildings which held the name Mehra Group of Hotels in the city. All the buildings looked magnificently grand as if they came just out of a well talented architecture. It screamed of money and luxury, making me realize how rich he is.The photos and the pictures available on the magazines and internet did not give any justice to its true beauty. The moment our car entered the gate, our door was opened by two valets. I am grateful for Rahul, that he decided to bring his Bentley for the meeting. We had to show that we are here to invest in Siddharth Mehra’s new project. Therefore, we had to look rich enough for people to believe we are investors.It is altogether a different matter that we don’t have even a slightest idea what the project is about. But who cares. The moment I will meet him; I am sure he will understand. And I hope against all odds that he do
Rahul POVShe walked in, like a queen and behind her stood four guards protecting her. They probably don’t know that she does not need protection from others, people around her needs protection from her. If anything, Riya Mehra is a force to be reckoned with. Her beauty being one of the most lethal weapon she carries around.Her eyes scanned us head to toe as if measuring our intention and then she smiled. A smile so evil that would put the devil to shame and she uttered the words that made the ground beneath us slip.“Well, well I will be damned if it is not the great conman Rahul Sighania and the coward Vikram.”She bloody knew us. Vikram and I looked at each other understanding the gravity of the situation. She knew then it also implies her brother knew too. Vikram’s face looked pale. My friend is scared, not because we were caught red-handed but because he would lose the only chance he has to meet Siddharth. If she has already conveyed our fraudulent way to come here, then there i
Shweta POVI was done pacing back and forth in this extraordinarily small room. I was done waiting and feeling helpless. I was literally done with everything that monster had put me in to.I still remember the day my dad was tied to a chair and he was badly bruised. I would never forget the gun shot on his left arm. He bled a lot on that day. That was the last image I had of him which is forever engraved in my heart and mind.I still remember his eyes begging me to run and I as a stubborn kid once again did not listen to him. I should have but I did not. Then again, how could I? He was the only family I had. How could I just leave him with those men who were hell bent on killing him.A lone tear escaped my eyes thinking about my father. I did not spend lot of time with him since childhood. In fact, I had spent my whole childhood in Shimla.It doesn’t mean that he did not love me. In fact, I was the only person whom he had loved more than his life. Now, I am the reason he lost his life
ARJUN POVPast“Tanu. Tanu.” I called entering our house and removing my shoes and socks.“Arjun Baba, you came early today.” Sarla Aunty asked.“Haan (yes) there is no more meetings today so I thought I will have lunch at home. Where is Tanvi?” I asked removing my coat and watch and gave it to a maid.“She is in her room. She said she is feeling sleepy and wanted to rest.” Sarla aunty replied.“Sleepy at 1’o clock in the afternoon?” I asked again.“Yes baba. She said because of tablets she is feeling sleepy, so I let her rest. I was just going to wake her up for lunch and you came.” She said.“Okay. You set the table, I will bring her down. And Sarla aunty please take help from other maids. Don’t do everything by yourself.” I said but knew she would not listen; she never did till now. Especially after our multiple failed attempts to get pregnant, she had taken the responsibility of our diet on her shoulders. And I am forever grateful to her for being a second mother to Tanu.Turning
Shweta POV“Give me the passcode, Arjun.” I asked rather demanded.Letting out a humorless laugh, he mocked “And here I thought you would threaten me with something like ‘I would chop your fingers and unlock your phone.’ But nope, here you are still asking for the code as if I would tell you just like that. Are you really a don’s daughter or some imposter? You should really start behaving like a Mafia Heiress otherwise the villains in our world will eat you alive.”Taking a deep breath and once again reminding myself that he is carrying a bloody freaking gun and could practically kill me within a fraction of second, I controlled my anger and said “Stop behaving as if I am asking for some nuclear launch codes or your safety lockers code.”“Trust me I would have given you both if I have knowledge about those without any hesitation. But not my phone. That’s beyond your reach. So be a good girl, listen to me and give me my phone back before it turns ugly for both of us.” It was a warning
Third Person POV“Let me go.” She whispered, her voice hoarse from all the crying yet one could not miss the fire in her dark orbs.“I am not the one holding you.” He stated, indicating her hold on his wrist with his eyes. Shweta’s eyes travelled to his wrist where she has held him and she immediately left his hand as if she would get burned if she touched him.She walked up to him, her toes almost touching his and her head reached up to his chest. Lifting her head, her bloodshot eyes met his, “You can never avenge your wife’s death. Your revenge is bound to remain unfinished.” The hurt she was feeling, she wanted him to feel at least one percent of it. And she knew she did hurt him with that one single sentence. It was visible like day light with the way his body turned rigid.Arjun clenched his jaw in anger and before he could give lash out at her, she continued “I am not her culprit. I never was. She did not know me. I did not know her. In this lifetime, we never crossed path and e