Chapter four

She tossed and turned restlessly in the giant-sized bed, it was around 2am and still she hadn’t had even a wink of sleep. “The idiot” she spoke, hissing to herself, “…the arrogant bastard, confident sycophant, the fool…” Ever since she left her father’s office earlier yesterday, her entire being had been boiling with anger and frustration, something she herself found hard to explain, this wasn’t just normal anger, it was anger decorated with a certain unnatural unexplainable hatred.

“Aaaarh!!!” She scoffed in disgust remembering the confident smile on his lips, the piercing sharp eyes…the long dark brows…, she closed her eyes covering her face with her palms, rolling over, her beautiful locks making a pillow for her face. As angry as she was with the idiot, she was angrier at herself for how she reacted, for the way she had lost her control and composure.

“It’s his entire fault” she spoke whispering to herself, “all his fault.“ 

Rolling over she sat up on the bed slipping on her slippers at the bed side, then slowly making her way with tired steps to the parlour. It was useless trying to sleep, she knew herself well enough, it won’t come, not in her present state of mind, not with such anger eating her up. She went into the kitchen opened the fridge, grabbed a bottle of milk to help her calm her nerve, milk was her only option because she had run out of scotch and whiskey. This feeling was new for her, never before had she been so unnerved by a mere man. Yet,  hard as she tried, she found herself remembering his charming lazy smile, the more she remembered it, the more she liked it and the angrier she became.

“What to do to him?” she thought she pondered sitting on the giant sofa, “how to deal with the idiot?” It had to be something special, something she had never done to any before, something that would destroy him slowly but steadily. As soon as she had stepped out of her father’s presence her evil radar had been beaming red alert. What bothered her was that she couldn’t come up with a suitable punishment that took her fancy, 

“Have him sacked? No, daddy won’t do that; have the idiot beaten to an inch of his life? No not brutal enough either, that would only do bodily damage, frame him up? Her evil mind suggested as she bit her long-painted nail contemplating the options. Yes, but how? get some stolen property stashed in his home? No, he was an attorney he could surely talk his way out of that.

Risha kept thinking of all the evil possibilities until 4am, by then, her anger had been over powered by her tired nerves but all the same, she slept with a cynical smile on her lips, she had finally figured it out, the perfect punishment, something special, something that would make the idiot suffer in ways he couldn’t imagine something he couldn’t possibly escape. Just the thought of how it would ruin him was enough to put this crazy girl to sleep. 

Such was Risha, crazy Risha, for most who knew her; she was a mystery, a rare kind of human, she had beautifully shaped long face, brown sharp and commanding eyes, slightly thick brows, a small pointed nose, and pretty full succulent natural red lips, waist length silky black hair, appealing ups and downs and a dangerous kind of curve that even a miss world would wish for. She had a crisp fair complexion that shun in the sun and kind of glowed in the night, she was of average height with long shapely legs, she was not slim but definitely very far from fat, there was a commanding presence in her personality that she possessed, which never failed to pull stares and glances her way, to most, she a contradiction of nature with such appealing features, such innocent looks and charms, yet so deadly and dangerous. Her nick name bestowed on her by admirers was “poisonous beauty”. Yet, Risha had an unmistakable grace about her person, she moved with a care free yet stylish attitude, almost rude even, like someone who owned the earth, when she walked there seemed to be a masculine aura about her, yet this in no way reducing any of the feminine touch about her, in fact it made her unique, like a distinguishing quality that marked her from others. Risha was one of those unique ladies who knew her charms and how to use it, she had those kind of eyes that could swallow up men up in one glance, quick intelligent, intimidating and very provocative eyes, she never seemed to focus on anything yet took all in, she never wasted a second glance at others, when she spoke, she made it a point to not look at others, for the wired pleasure of making them feel low, being polite seemed like an abomination to her, being kind a weakness, and yet surprisingly, with all these contrasting features of beauty, brains and annoying brattishness, she still somehow managed to make others like her. Men found infinitely attractive, rude yes, but still they crowded around her. For most “wanna be” brattish spoiled rich girls, she was a role model, a mentor to look up to.

The one true hubby she never got bored of was frustrating men, young or old she didn’t care they were the same to her, she hated them all and made it her full time business to ruin any that crossed her path, she spared no efforts when trying to achieve her goals, and to worsen the whole situation, the brat was a natural at this, even she couldn’t count how many men she had destroyed in one way or the other and now she was determined to channel all her talents and resources at one point “Farhan”.