Semua Bab Forced Marriage for Revenge: Bab 31 - Bab 40

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

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

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

Arjun POVPastWe are in Dubai for more than one month now. This one month was absolute bliss and hectic for both us. We both were extremely busy indulging ourselves in extending our business as well as enjoying the city as tourists. There were back to back meetings with investors, employers, managers, civil engineers and so on. Tanvi was more than happy as she is finally able to put her MBA degree to some use also she is finally able to move around without any bodyguards tailing behind her.I own multiple chains of hotels and motels all over India. Rahul and I thought about extending our business in foreign countries too. Considering our line of work, it was kind of difficult to leave India and stay in another country for longer period of time to set up new hotels in other countries. After giving it an ample amount of time and thought, Rahul and I decided to go ahead with our plan. We were considering different tourist spots which are cheaper and affordable for Indians like Bali, Vie

Shweta POVIn the hushed embrace of the night, memories came haunting. Sleep, the only coping mechanism that I had used till now was far away from me eyes tonight. All his atrocities flashed before my eyes.The echo of cruel laughter of that monster and his men and the wound inflicted on my father’s body, did not let me close my eyes. After my recent encounter with him, I am sure about one thing. His revenge-driven mind would not let me go without breaking me beyond repair.There are times when his logical mind kicked in and he let me go unharmed. But there were also times when he stripped me of my dignity without any remorse and I am scared of that part of his mind.He won’t let me go unharmed every time. If there is one thing I am sure about then that is his primal need to avenge his wife’s death. And he would do it at any cost. So I have to be prepared. I can’t always escape merely by back answering him.I have to be prepared when I meet him next time. Also I have to think of way t