Wrecked Souls

Chapter 3- Aarav

I dial Kunal Saxena the moment I park my Aston Martin Victor outside the Saxena house. It pretty much huge,a garden at the entrance and a small fountain lies in between it, the house looks ancient yet modern.

He answers on the second ring, "Yes?"

"It's 11, old man. I'm outside."

"Be there in a second."

I light a cigarette as I wait for him in a black shirt, tugged inside my black jeans. I take a hit as I look down at my watch through my black aviators the same time the main door opens.

Saxena walks down in a three piece suit with a cigar lit between his teeth as he greets me throwing his arms in the air doing a grand gesture, "Aarav, my boy. Such a grown up man."

I narrow my eyes at the fucker with my lips pressed together before I refuse his hug and state, "I might have to work with you for a good time, so how we set some ground rules?" He looks up at me with confusion so I add, "You don't make any fucking relation between you and me. No son and definitely not your fucking boy."

He nods before he leads the way. The main door leads to the living room with a few sofas and a diner just a few feet away from it infront of the kitchen. There's a stair leading to the upper floor which seemed eerily quiet until loud music busts through one of the rooms.

Saxena huffs looking down while he sighs shaking his head and mumbles something under his breath. I didn't bother wasting a time on it as I take out my phone while following him and send a few texts to my assistance to arrange some meetings after I'm done here.

We reach his spacious office in no time, and for once I respect his authority to let him take his chair while I take the one of two chairs across from him. I crawl my one leg upon other while I rest my elbows on each side of my chair's side and tangle my fingers on my thighs.

"So how do intend to not ruin my business, Mr Saxena?" I ask with a smirk.

"Because I'll be the one handling the deal between us, not my son." I see calmly but my smirk only grows knowing he tried to hide the bitterness but miserably failed.

"The son who didn't do shit, right?" I rest my hand on the desk between us as I played with a paperweight.

"He isn't really into business." His nostril flares as he talks through gritted teeth.

"Duly noted." I scoff pushing the paperweight to his side while he easily grabs it.

He calms himself as he regulates his breathing which grew rapid due to the anger rushing through him seconds ago.
I suppress a grin from spreading on my face because of the satisfaction of catching him right on the point.

He plasters a fake smile as he speaks, "So business."

I nod with a plain face, "I'm listening.'

We talk about business for the next half an hour which was beyond tolerable with this guy who knows shit load of knowledge but barely knows its applications. I give him suggestions and advices and how he should work in order to grow and definitely not to become a disgrace to our name.

He gives me the file of our deal and as I go through it, I hear muffled noises outside the door. I look at him to witness him shaking his head with exasperation.

He looks at me to find mine already fixed at him when he says, "That would be my daughter."

"She's in your company?"

"No, she-" He's cut off with a soft knock on his office door before a young boy, his son, Harsh walks into the room.

"Ina is throwing a tantrum, Papa. She won't stay q-" Harsh doesn't get to finish when a woman barges in.

"I would if you give me a minute to talk!"

She walks into the room like she owns it. She wears a loose plain blue shirt that covers her butt but shows her white jeans buttons. Her black hair with strands of blue highlights are held up in a ponytail revealing her naked neck and a little ink on the nape. From my point, it's difficult to figure out the words but I find myself craving to touch that damn fair skin of her and bite on her welcoming tattoo. Fuck, what on fucking hell has happened to me. I draw away my gaze from the daughter to the father to find his nostrils flared at his daughter.

"Inaana, can't you see I'm in the middle of something?"

She crosses her arms over her chest as she takes into account of her surrounding. Her eyes shifting from her father to me at the same time I shift mine from the previous to her. The moment her pure black meets my brown, she stiffens but does her best to go unnoticed by everyone but she is out luck when it comes to me.

Her eyes widen slightly as she sucks in a breath while biting her bottom lip. And fuck me if that could go unnoticed because the file in my hand suddenly seems to slip down before I tighten my grip on them. I lick my lower lips before carrying my gaze from her to her father.

"I wouldn't mind being the audience of a little drama." I say with a smirk, giving my best to not look her way.