Chapter 4:
30 May, Thursday, 2024
3:55 p.m.
Arnav's POV
Taking the last sip from my cup of coffee, I placed it back on the saucer.
Today was a hectic day for me because I had to go and give a long ass speech at one of most prestigious law colleges of Jaipur since I was the special guest there.
After that I had a meeting and now I'm free for today. These days I've been free from much stress.
And after signing a dark alliance aggreement with Mr. Mehta, a powerful political leader, I had made a lot of profits. After all he had killed his brother because he wanted his property and that's not all, he was obsessed with his brother's wife. And being a political leader meant he needed to have clean hands so of course he came running to me to keep all the mess a secret and in return, he'd help me in my underground business.
I chuckled shaking my head at people's deeds.
But my main happiness resided somewhere else-with someone else.
I have a date today with Paris's one of top models-Ms. Anika Roy Chowdhury, my soon-to-be-wife.
I smirked at the thoughts running in my head.
She was a human with the face and body of a goddess, she carried the power of thunder and the aura of Lucifer's wife-my wife, Arnav Rai Mehrotra's wife.
She had such a strong magnetic power that no men would be able to resist her.
But I hated her. I didn't hate the reason that she existed but the reason that she was related to me.
She didn't know what she was getting herself into. She was messing with the game setter of hell.
For the sin she had committed, I'll punish her. I'll snatch her breaths in every way possible till she was breathless and realized what she did was wrong.
I'll destroy her till my inner demons are calmed down.
I'll quench my thirst for revenge which started from the very day of our meeting.
Flashback
Two months ago...
18 March, Monday, 2024
9:30 a.m.
I was typing on my laptop when my phone rang.
Taking off my specs I picked it up from the sofa I was seated on.
It was 'Ren'.
Receiving the call, I attached the phone to my ear, "What happened?"
"We know who was your brother's girlfriend", he replied and that's what drowned me again in the ocean of mixed emotions.
I could feel guilt, anger, hatred and pain swirling inside my body. My chest tightened at the mention of my brother lost in coma from the past four years.
I clenched my jaws and gritted, "Who's that?"
"You know Anika Roy Chowdhury?"
"Who's she? I've just heard her name", I replied with a frown.
"She's one of the best models in the world. She also owns a fashion brand The Red Sapphire", he replied in his firm voice.
He was Rehan Malhotra, none other than my bestfriend and the CEO of Luxe Security Group. It was a multinational security service company dealing in billions.
From the past four years we have been trying to find who was the reason behind my brother's worsening health. We were on the verge of losing him but by God's grace he was alive.
He was just breathing because other than that, he was lost somewhere.
I missed him. The pain of seeing him suffering everyday fueled my rage for the one who hurt him like that. And now it was her time.
She'll feel the same pain which he had felt after she ditched him which led to his present condition.
"Is she the one?", I asked, as rage filled up my body gradually.
He hummed in response.
"She lives in Paris. But listen to me. Don't let your anger get the best of you because you well know the fact that Arnav Rai Mehrotra in rage is no less than a tornado in fire. Don't do things in a rush or else you'll regret it. It's just the start so lets move with a plan", he spoke calming me down knowing well what I'm capable of. He'd always been like that-calm and mature.
I just hummed in response before saying, "Send me her details and pictures".
He replied with an 'ok' before hanging up.
Now the actual game begins.
The game of revenge begins. The game you started which I'll play now and end it in my way.
I smirked.
Flashback Ends
That was the first time I heard about her and the first time I met her was at the car showroom.
We had been searching for her for so many years but no one knew how her details weren't anywhere to be found. She belonged to a wealthy and powerful family. I hated myself for not being able to find the sinner who was roaming freely under the open sky and was living her life to its best. She had been in the same city as me and was born in the same state as me yet I was unknown to her existence.
Whoever hid it, he did his job well but it was my time now and she can't escape.
I didn't expect her to be so elegant and beautiful. She indeed looked like how people described her-devil disguised as a goddess.
Anyone would want to worship such a beauty but no one knew the sinner hidden behind the facade of professionalism.
And the most interesting part was that her uncle had signed a deal with me four years ago to hide the fact that she was involved in such a scandal. He didn't even care to know whose brother I was. He made things easier for me without his knowledge.
I still felt guilt rushing in my veins when I thought of the fact that I'd been protecting the woman who had sent my brother to coma. I ended up hurting myself but now it was a benefit for me. I'll have every control over her and that ego which she carried with herself, will be crushed in front of her eyes and she won't be able to do anything.
I let out an airy sarcastic chuckle.
Today I have a date with her which my mother fixed. But it's good. I wanted to see how clueless she was about her upcoming destruction.
I wanted to see how she sat calmly in front of her soon-to-be-husband who was going to be her destroyer.
I'll manipulate her in every way possible and she'll willingly submit herself to me.
One's virginity is their dignity and she'll lose both to me. She won't be able to look at herself in the mirror after this and I swear on my words.
She belonged to me-to The Arnav Rai Mehrotra.
I glanced at my watch which showed : 4:25.
I'd been lost in my thoughts for too long. Standing up from my chair, I took my grey coat in my hand before fixing the grey waist coat and the same coloured office pants.
I'm ready for the date.
I just need to fix my hair.
Keeping back the coat on the backrest of my chair, I walked to the bedroom attached to my office room.
As I stood in front of the long wall mirror, I fixed my hair after combing it using some gel. Once I tied up my mullets, I sprayed some Gucci perfume on myself before walking out.
The moment I walked out of my cabin, I was met with my secretary.
He bowed to me, "Sir you're heading out already?"
I nodded, "I have some work on the way. Manage the rest of the work here", and I walked away.
Everyone in the office went silent the moment I stepped in. They bowed to me and remained stiff in their positions.
I loved the way they respected and feared me. I'd balanced both because that's what I had always wanted.
I never tolerated injustice because I myself owned a firm that indirectly gave justice. Everyone's rights and dignity inside my office building safe and secured and that's why my employees never complained about anything.
Walking out, I sat inside my black Mercedes-Maybach S650. The driver drove away once I settled inside.
The black Mercedes G-Wagon ran in front of me and at the back; two cars on each side.
Without money, power and fame we are nothing and that's what I believed and no one can change it.
Turning on my phone I went through the details sent by Ren about her.
Oh! So she was basically an orphan. Her parents died four years ago on- what? My eyes widened at the information.
They died on the fucking same date as on the day when my brother had got into the accident.
Were things more complicated than I knew? Nonetheless, I shouldn't care because her family wasn't my deal to deal with.
She had an uncle who was well known to me and his wife along with her grandparents. She had three cousins and an elder sister too.
She was really clueless about everything.
Nice.
But now only she mattered to me.
The pdf had each and every detail about her-from the school she went to, to her likes and dislikes. It was going to be easy for me to ruin her now. But what was amusing to me was there was no weakness written about her. It'll be fun finding it out.
I smirked.
She was in a red saree with a deep cut elbow length blouse revealing her cleavage, while her hair was left open. She was smiling in the picture as if she was the happiest in that moment.
Gather happiness as much as you want princess, because, they'll vanish the moment you accept the vermillion by me on your head.