Chapter 2: His Game of Hatred

Chapter 2

"My boy looks agitated today? May I know the reason behind your sour mood, son?"  Samanvay let out the breath he was holding and glanced at his adoptive father, Milan Goenka who had a curious look on his face.  Samanvay knew he was not going to stop pestering Him until he knew the reason behind His anger. 

Milan glanced at John, Samanvay’s friend and right-hand man in question even though he knew that John would never tell him anything. He might be their  adoptive father but John was loyal to Samanvay not him. He was here  for Samanvay and Lisa. 

 "Sam?" Milan asked again, Samanvay straightened in his chair and gave him the happy  news. "I have found the woman I want to marry."

Milan blinked, for a moment he didn't understand how to react. “You have found a woman to marry?" He asked one more time to make sure he heard him right.  

Samanvay nodded at his father. “Yes, I have.”

"May I know who this lucky girl is?"

"Manya Sehgal." Samanvay answered and Milan Goenka stiffened. He gave him a tight look, "I hope you are not talking about Niam Sehgal's daughter, Manya Sehgal, son?"

Samanvay grinned. “I am talking exactly about her, Father.”

Milan jerked in his seat. "No! That man is my biggest enemy or have you forgotten about it, Son. I didn't want you to offer him a business deal yet you made that offer. What did he do, he rejected it. And now you want to marry his daughter. Have you lost your mind Sam! He will never agree to it!" Now it was Milan Goenka who was agitated. 

"I assure you my mind is still where it belongs, Father. But someone's words hit me in a very bad way. And I want that person to pay for it." Samanvay said, reminiscing the insults Manya and her father threw at him. 

"Words? What words? Will you stop talking in riddles and tell me things clearly for once!"  Milan snapped at Samanvay who sighed and told him the whole incident. 

By the end of the story, Milan was bustling with anger. "How dare he insult me and my son ? He called us low-class cheap criminals. I will show him how dangerous this low-class cheap criminal could be!" He snarled and turned his eyes to John who was seething in anger too just like Milan. 

"You will not do anything, Father. Don't forget I rule over The Syndicate now. You crowned me as its king so you need to respect my decision too. No one will touch either Niam or his daughter Manya. No one will punish them."

Milan glared at Samanvay. "I made you the king to rule over the Syndicate,  not to get insulted by my enemy and his daughter."

"I am marrying your enemy's daughter. Don't you think it would be far more brutal punishment for both of them rather than the killing you are planning to do?"   Samanvay countered back in the same angry undertone as Milan Goenka. 

John made an angry sound in his throat but remained silent otherwise. Milan on the other hand squinted his eyes, "that girl is in a relationship! Her father is eager to have her married to that man.  So sorry Son but you stand no chance because Niam Sehgal will kill himself and his daughter but wouldn't allow you to marry her!"

 Samanvay’s eyes darkened in anger. "Come again, Father!" He was enraged. The woman who he decided to marry was in a relationship with someone.  He had claimed Her as His, which meant She no longer could even glance at some other man anymore. Then how could She be in a relationship? 

"You heard it right, Son, the woman you have eyes on is in a relationship with someone else."

Samanvay's nose flared and he closed his eyes to curb the rage which was running in his nerves like a hot lava and he was close to burst out like a volcanic eruption. "That woman is mine now!" He declared, opening his eyes and staring directly at his father. "Whoever this man is, he needs to get out of her life or I will make him get out of this world."

Milan sighed and stood up.  He knew that his son would not stop until he got that woman, still he tried to make him understand. "Sam, I met this girl twice. She is not right for you son. A loveless marriage is far more horrible than the fires of hell and that girl  will never love you, Son.”

Samanvay stood up as well and grinned. "I don't want her love, father. I am happy with her hate and beautiful body. These are the only things I want and need from her. This woman caught my attention the moment she entered my vision.   I saw her and decided to have her and now she has no other choice but to marry me,” He might be smiling outwardly but inward he is burning in rage. But he learned to school his emotions from showing on his face. 

The thrill in his voice told Milan how deep he Samanvay could go for her. So he tried to remind him about business. "Do whatever you want but I don't want you to get distracted from work for a girl, Sam. You want to play with that girl, play, but don't play with work for her. Business is business."

"I want that girl for business, Father. Her father is stepping into politics this year and if he wins the parliamentary election, I will have the majority of docks under my control." 

Milan raised his brows. "He could use his power against you too,  don't forget the enemy with power is more dangerous."

"The power will be in my hands rather than him. His daughter is his weakness. I will use his daughter in this game of hatred with Niam Sehgal."

Milan watched the dark shining gleam and the rapture in his son's eyes. He understood that nothing and no one could stand in Samanvay's way to get that woman. He would have been happy if his son would have been in love with that girl but he could see that there was no love in his eyes for her. It was nothing but pure obsession. 

The obsession to make her his. The obsession to teach her the lesson for insulting him. The obsession to punish her without hurting her physically.  He could see madness in Samanvay's eyes. He knew the consequences of this madness would be nothing but an explosion so hard that it would take away everything with it. 

Resignedly, he looked at his for a long minute,"Don't let anyone hurt you, son." Milan whispered and left from Samanvay’s office.

 

Samanvay tapped his fingers on the perfectly furnished rosemary desk thrice before glancing at John. "Find out about the man who My Queen loves, John. Find every bloody thing about him!"