CBG#1 CHASING HER (UNDERGOING EDITING)

Chp:-28 Love Drama (EDITED)

4 Months Later

(There's a twist in the tale)

NATASHA ALIA SINGHANIA

I was in the midst of preparing for the office, enveloped in the joy that life had bestowed upon me – a fulfilling career, a loving boyfriend, and a relationship that blossomed with each passing day. Rohan, my boyfriend, had an uncanny ability to make me fall for him repeatedly.

His caring and romantic gestures were the pillars of our growing bond. Our weekends were often spent together, alternating between my penthouse and the Raichand mansion.

The circle expanded as I became an integral part of Rohan's social circle. Hanging out with friends like Sameer, Daksh, and their significant others – Nitya and Ananya – became a regular affair. Katie, now residing in Canada after her wedding, occasionally joined our gatherings.

Even Oleg and Henry's girlfriends became familiar faces during our weekend escapades. Amidst all this, my friendship with Nitya and Ananya evolved into a profound one, and our 'girls' time became a cherished routine. With a loving family, incredible friends, and the love of my life, I couldn't have asked for more.

Entering the office, I decided to pay a visit to Rohan's cabin. However, a mental note reminded me of his busy morning schedule, and he had mentioned being free in the afternoon. I settled into my cabin, engrossed in my work.

Moments later, the intercom buzzed, breaking the concentration.

"Hello?" I answered.

Rohan's voice came through, crisp and cold, "Natasha, come to my cabin now," and the line went dead before I could utter a word. Slightly puzzled, I gathered my things and headed towards his cabin.

A soft knock and his terse "Come in" marked my entrance into his space.

ROHAN DEV RAICHAND

The night was spent amidst the solitude of my penthouse, drowning in the tasks that needed my attention.

By 6:30 am, the new day had already claimed its beginning. After the rituals of freshening up and a brisk bath, I clothed myself and settled for a simple breakfast of bread and butter toast. The clock ticked, reminding me of the impending 8:30 am office deadline.

Amidst sips of coffee, an unfamiliar number interrupted the morning silence. Answering cautiously, I inquired, "Hello, who's this?"

A voice replied, "Hey, it's me, Urvashi. Well, that's my Canadian number."

Surprised, I questioned, "You're here in Canada?"

Urvashi explained, "Yes, my boss urgently transferred me, and I'll be living here now. Let's keep in touch."

"Sure, but I'm rushing to the office now. Talk to you later. Enjoy your stay in Canada," I responded, ending the call.

The pace of the day accelerated upon my arrival at the office. Abruptly, a text from an unknown number demanded my attention. Half an hour later, I summoned Alia into my cabin through the intercom.

"Natasha, come to my cabin now," I commanded, ending the call promptly.

As the door creaked open, Natasha entered, a greeting on her lips. I delivered the news with a stern tone, "From tomorrow onwards, you don't need to come to work."

Stunned, she questioned, "But why? Did I make a mistake?"

I clarified, "No, I've spoken to your new boss. You'll be working with Siddharth Chaturvedi starting this Monday. You have one week to move back to the USA, heading to New York."

Perplexed, Natasha sought an explanation for my cold demeanor. She knelt beside me, holding my hands, a glint of tears betraying her emotions. The internal conflict gnawed at me.

"Please, Rohan, share what's bothering you. We love each other. Why are you sending me away to work with someone else when I already work here and everything is going well? Tell me what's wrong," she pleaded, squeezing my hands.

Frustration surged, and I almost yelled, "Just get out of here and do as I say, Ms. Singhania. It's your boss's order. Move out of Canada." A forceful nudge accompanied my words, causing her to stumble.

An hour later, Natasha returned with her resignation letter. Placing it on my table, she declared, "Here's my resignation, Mr. Raichand. I don't wish to be associated with your company anymore. I had a wonderful time. Thank you. I'll never come back if that's what you want." Her departure left me heartbroken and speechless.

Fueled by a mix of frustration and desperation, I grabbed my phone and dialed the elusive blackmailer. As the call connected, I confronted them.

"I did whatever you told me to do. I didn't perform with Natasha in the Sangeet, and now I asked her to join The Chaturvedis. What else do you want? Who the hell are you, and why the hell are you bothering me?" I demanded answers.

The mysterious voice on the other end responded, "Cool down, Rohan. Too much anger kills. You've to do as I say. I want you to destroy Soham Raichand, and if you fail, I will destroy the love of your life, Natasha Singhania, or I might even kill her. So, you have to choose between your beloved brother and girlfriend." With that, the person disconnected, leaving me frustrated and powerless.

"Helllo? Hello?" My futile attempts to reconnect were met with silence. The number displayed on my phone was a private one.

In a bid to unravel this enigma, I summoned my private investigators and laid out the intricate web of events orchestrated by this tormentor. The Dubai accident, the near miss with the falling flower pot – all were calculated moves by the blackmailer to manipulate my life.

Each revelation deepened my self-loathing. Natasha, unwittingly caught in this web of deceit, was now likely to be bearing the emotional brunt. I never fathomed that my actions would lead to her sadness and tears. I hate myself so much right now!

A relentless drive to unmask this shadowy blackmailer fueled my determination, but the cost weighed heavily on my conscience. I had unwittingly entangled the woman I loved in a dangerous game orchestrated by an unknown adversary.

NATASHA ALIA SINGHANIA

I walked out of Rohan's cabin, the echoes of happiness still lingering until my world turned upside down in a heartbeat. Overwhelmed by emotions, I sought refuge in my own cabin, succumbing to the weight of helplessness. Questions swirled in my mind—why was he so harsh? What had I done to deserve this treatment? How could he hurt me like that? The pain was too much to bear.

Gathering strength, I made a resolute decision. If Rohan wanted me gone, then so be it. I would distance myself so far that he could never find me, leaving no trace of my whereabouts. Determination fueled my actions as I penned my resignation letter.

Knocking on Rohan's cabin door, he coldly granted entry with a casual "come in."

Placing the letter on his table, I delivered my message, "Here's my resignation letter, Mr. Raichand. I don't wish to be associated with your company anymore. Thank you for the experiences. All the best to you. I'll never return if that's what you want."

Without waiting for a response, I left his cabin, taking all my belongings from my workspace. Handing over the cabin keys to his secretary, I exited the office, heading straight to my penthouse.

The next two days were dedicated to packing my life into boxes. With flight tickets booked for Washington DC, I embarked on a permanent journey, deciding never to return to Canada.

Armed with two years of work experience, I was sure about pursuing my master's in architecture, opening my own firm, and realizing my dreams of traveling the world while documenting my experiences.

However, avoiding the USA or Canada was crucial to escaping Rohan's reach. Australia emerged as the perfect destination—far enough to provide a fresh start. I resolved not to work with Siddharth and to live life on my terms, focused on achieving personal aspirations.

The time for Ronny boy, Dev darling, and the love drama had come to an end. It was time to forge ahead and embrace the pursuit of my dreams.