The Real Face

Vengeance

PRESENT TIME

I stirred because of the unbearable headache and found myself on a queen size bed. The ropes were no longer insight, not that I'm complaining about it.

The room was unnecessarily big and would have enough space to fit two rooms of medium sized apartment, room is airy, coloured with white and baby blue paint, beautiful paintings were on walls. White curtains hanging on windows blocking majority of sunlight to enter in the room, giving happy vibes to the person but my situation was just opposite.

There were three doors in my-no who-so-ever kidnapped me's room. I was expecting all doors or may be exit door to be looked, I mean that's what happen when people got kidnapped, right?

But when I opened first door it was a bathroom, pure white and so beautiful that I could spend my whole life in it. I know if I stayed for couple more seconds, I'm not going anywhere without wasting a second I moved to next door.

Next door suprised me a little, it was a walking closet, quiet beautiful and had a full length mirror when I catch my reflection in mirror it was so hilarious, my night dress shirt was torn and my pajamas were soiled, my long black hairs were a tangled mess. My usual bright brown eyes were no longer their as the dullness was quite standable. With a new found determination of finding my abductor or leaving this house I headed to the last door.

Finally the last door was my ticket to freedom. When I turned the doorknob, it was unlocked. It was a bit confusing, if someone wanted to kidnap me why would he removed my ropes then put me in a beautiful room without locking the door.

Peeping through the door I saw that the hall was clear, there were stairs down the hall, next I found a large kitchen on the left side of the stairs.

At the end of the living room my freedom was waving at me, my feet started walking on their own towards the exit door but before I could swiftly dash out from here, someone's deep voice interrupted me.

"You should know that there are more than 100 body guards standing outside and are ready to shoot in head if they saw a intruder." I turned around to see the owner of the deep voice.

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A WEEK BEFORE THE ABDUCTION
(𝐎𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐧𝐞𝐰𝐬 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐩)

With a perfect fake smile I made my way towards Mr and Mrs Hirwani. They both have fair skin and black hairs. Mrs Hirwani is a model as well as the brand ambassador of the cyclone buster shoes owned by Mr Hirwani.

When I finally made it, Mr and Mrs hirwani were busy arguing with my boss sushant, stepping in the argument I introduced myself to them. "Hello Mr and Mrs Hirwani, it's a pleasure to finally meet you. I am the anchor of today's interview."

They both eyed me head to toe, Mrs. Hirwani was impressed by my mehroon body fitted dress ends just below my knees and my black hairs failing freely on my back. Mr Hirwani said "Pleasure is all ours Disha Upadey. You can call me Raghav" his wife piped in "and call me Alma" While grinning. I just made a self note to knock that grin from her face.



       (𝐏𝐢𝐜 𝐨𝐟 𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐚'𝐬 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐯𝐞)

I lead Raghav and Alma to the stage where our set was setup and our crew were managing the ending detail. A small coffee table was sitting in the center surrounded by a barrel styled couch followed by a loveseat for our guests.

When we went live, I started while my eyes were fixed on camera in front of me " Good afternoon India, its two-thirty pm. Saturday, August 24. I'm Disha Upadey, Lets get ahead by our show 𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐭 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐂𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐛𝐬 powered by iron bladders and co-powered by savage buckets."

"Lets welcome our today's guest Mr Raghav Hirwani and his lovely wife Mrs Alma Hirwani with a big round of applause."

As they both walked on the stage, I can't help but grin by thinking about what's going to happen next.

I stared by going easy on then "So how was you day Hirwani's". They both smile towards the camera and Alma said "it is a beautiful and very opportunist day for us" while Raghav pipped in and said " As we are here and whole india can see us".

"Well I can't argue on that because same goes for us" I said in a soft tone. I turned towards Alma and asked "How did you ended up in a model Carrier. Did you ever dreamed of being a model".

Alma replied in a calm voice "I was never a good student when it comes to studying, I always preferred to go on fassion shows and parties and yes I had dreamed once of being a model and now here I'm infront of all of you living my dream life." I faked a aww reaction to snatch more interests of people towards the show.

"So my next question is for both of you Where and how did you both met for the first time" I asked in a excited tone and Raghav answered smiling to himself "We met when she came to cyclone buster accepting our request of being a brand ambassador. She looked so sexy on that day and for facts I was nervous to make a move on her".

Alma blushed while saying "When he asked me out honestly I freaked out a little but with the time I realized I'm with my dream man" she laughed a little at end.

Not for long I thought to myself and smiled at her reply while saying "oh my gosh Alma, but I bet you never dreamed of being a wife of a drug dealer" her face contrasted with my words and she seems to be lost at words until Raghav raised his voice and said "what the hell that wasn't the part of script" audience gasped at his words while murmuring 'this is all fake they had memorized their answers already'

Ignoring his words I continued "Why not tell everyone what's the real business you hide behind the show case shoe factory Mr and Mrs Hirwani" I asked in a very serious and professional manner.

They were shocked was an understatement and my smirk grew wider when Alma answered "excuse us" her face was matching her red sweetheart cut dress.



(𝐏𝐢𝐜 𝐨𝐟 𝐀𝐥𝐦𝐚'𝐬 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐯𝐞)

"Alma, finally your dress is matching your name and your face-I mean I said let me help you because it seems like cat caught your tounge" with this the screen behind us which was previously showing a view of a tower changed into a photo in which Raghav was standing in the middle of a factory and the workers were packing white powder patches.

" This is the reality of cyclone busters, yes India you are getting it righ-" before I can complete my line, Raghav was standing and Alma was right infront of me ready to slap me but I caught her arm in order to stop the attack and pushed her back. She stumbled on her high black pencil heels, but before her butt could made contact with floor, Raghav caught her and said "Just shutup you liar what proof do you have against us"

I smirk and onces again settle down comfortably on my barrel styled couch and glanced towards the screen which was showing now next photo. " This is a scientific report, in which it is clearly said that the white powder that came from your factory is a drug, whose name is bath salt and let me tell you that this, Despite their name, bath salts have nothing in common with products you can use for a soak in the tub."

Raghav was going crazy any one could tell by his face, his eyes were red and his hands were glued to his sides tightly " I'm not going to let you go Disha with this you have gone too far" Raghav said through clenched teeths.

I swiftly stood up from my couch and said while whistling once " Mr Raghav Hirwani are you treading me, live on air"

My grin and his red face was the victory, that I always dreamed after that incident.

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Thank you for reading my chapter, stay tuned till my next update that will be very soon and know what incident Disha is talking about.

Alma means dark red lipstick💄👄

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