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❝Shreyas! What do you have to say about abusing your ex-girlfriend?❞
The press hounded behind me, camera's flashing and practically drowning me in the amount of light. I was going to go blind. My blood boiled at the thought of Priyanka Krishnan. My ex-girlfriend. My career which was built from pure hard work and sheer determination had been ruined by a single click. I was being discussed as a possible future captain of the Indian Team. His argument with his girlfriend had blown up all over social media when Sheikh, his best friend and manager, had published it live on YouTube claiming that he was a dirty cheat and so-called womanizer. When in reality, it was Priya who was cheating on him with his best friend and manager, Sheikh. His most trusted people ended up betraying him in the cruelest way possible.
That's when I saw her for the very first time, straight hair pulled into a messy bun. Eyebags sagging at her crooks of her eye. She twirled a cup of hot coffee in her right hand, a tall lanky man was beside her looking as exhausted as her. "Come with us."
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❝Ma'am stocks are crashing further and further, we're losing the company❞
The red line on my computer dipped lower and lower. Stocks were dropping faster than me getting rid of my heels when I come home. The damn graph arrow was pointing downwards so low that I could feel it practically stab my chest.
What had happened? The MakeOver was selling perfectly fine a while back. Suddenly stocks were dropping, holders were screaming over the phone and in-person. I was losing my shit. I nibbled on my lip, my assistant, Varun, patted my head in attempt to calm me. He handed my my seventy fifth coffee cup, it was 6 AM. He and I have been trying to solve this crisis for the past six hours. I was beginning to lose hope.
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❝Shreyas! What do you have to say about abusing your ex-girlfriend?❞
The press hounded behind me, camera's flashing and practically drowning me in the amount of light. I was going to go blind. My blood boiled at the thought of Priyanka Krishnan. My ex-girlfriend. My career which was built from pure hard work and sheer determination had been ruined by a single click. I was being discussed as a possible future captain of the Indian Team. His argument with his girlfriend had blown up all over social media when Sheikh, his best friend and manager, had published it live on YouTube claiming that he was a dirty cheat and so-called womanizer. When in reality, it was Priya who was cheating on him with his best friend and manager, Sheikh. His most trusted people ended up betraying him in the cruelest way possible.
That's when I saw her for the very first time, straight hair pulled into a messy bun. Eyebags sagging at her crooks of her eye. She twirled a cup of hot coffee in her right hand, a tall lanky man was beside her looking as exhausted as her. "Come with us."
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❝I have a deal for you, Mr.Iyer❞
These words changed Shreyas's life. Shreyas cursed under his breath, his reputation had blown thanks to his so-called best friend, Sheikh had destroyed any chances of what he'd had in the international cricket world. Yet here was this beautiful woman proposing one dangerous deal.
"Are you in or not?" She folded her hands, leaning forward. This was just a business meeting for her, but this meeting didn't decide her new line of products nor did it discuss how much money she'd earnt this week. It'd decide if her career would be demolished or restored to it's former glory.
Shreyas Iyer flashed her his cocky trademark grin, "I'm in."
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❝This is a contract Tara, don't get your emotions involved here..❞
❝MakeOver has been sold to Varun Varma!?❞
❝What do you mean Sheikh is dead?❞
❝Tara! Hang in there, just a little bit longer, keep your eyes open.❞
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Arranged ⁕‖ A Shreyas Iyer Fan Fic‖⁕
ChickLitTara Patel, is a young wannabe businesswoman. The empire she'd built from scratch comes toppling down, and Shreyas Iyer's golden career is just about over as well thanks to a specific scandal. Both of them were desperate to earn their place in the h...