Abhimanyu's POV
When I reach home from the pastry shop I am met with an eerie silence in the living room, well if you don't count the sound of the television running.
I shuffle inside to find mom, Saanvi and Raj sitting on the sofa watching some new disney animation movie.
"Umm..I am home?" I announce warily, a tad bit taken aback by the solemn expressions on their faces.
Hearing me, Saanvi whips her head around and practically shoots out of the sofa to throw herself at me. I catch her.
"Woah... everything okay?" I ask against her head.
She heaves a sigh and pins me under her gorgeous gaze.
"There's a scandal. Haven't you checked your phone?"
I give her a quizzical before I retrieve my phone out of my pocket, bringing it out of silent mode. As I look at the tens and tens of notifications Raj asks me to look at the article from CelebTimes. I scroll through the news feed before landing on just that.
"Holy Fuck..." My eyes almost bug out of my socket when I read the article calling Saanvi more or less a a cheating gold digger.
My breath catches in my throat and I fear how Saanvi must be feeling.
"What the hell is this!" I yell. Saanvi flinches at my raised voice.
She squeezes my arm reassuringly and asks me to calm down.
"We can fix this, Abhi...." Raj reassures. "I have already given a call to Amita Naidu, my friend...I am sure you have heard of her, she is has a PR firm that handles a lot of celebrities."
Saanvi nods enthusiastically, "Ofcourse I know. She was my senior in post grad."
"Ok. Ok...." My mind is running a mile a minute, "Where's dad?"
"He went to your office. There's a lot of damage repair he needed to do." Raj answers. "You should probably get your ass there as fast as you can too."
"Ya...I will. But first..." I focus on Saanvi, "Listen, don't worry at all okay? I'll fix this in no time and it'll almost be like this never even happened. I just need you to not stress. Stay calm and keep mom clam as well."
She nods stiffly. "I'll try."
Without so much as a thought, I press my mouth to hers sealing our lips in a blistering hot kiss.
I hear mom gasp and Raj catcall but even that is not enough to break me apart from her.
Finally Saanvi ends up pushing me away. "I... can't...breathe." She pants.
I chuckle and peck her lips one last time before moving into action. I rush upstairs to change into some formal clothes and by the time I race downstairs, mom has busied herself cutting vegetables for lunch and Saanvi is pacing the room worriedly.
Raj offers to drive me and
Saanvi sees us off to the main door and blows me a kiss.
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Before I had arrived, Dad had already managed to calm the investors and directors down. God bless his crazy good business skills. And since none of us has a permanent fix to this so our best bet is to give a counter article and have the present one taken down. It won't really help that much but it's a temporary band aid. Besides there isn't much we can do. People will believe whatever nonsense they want to.
But the most important question running in mind right now is who did this? The only explanation could be that this was a planned sabotage. But who would do that?
I make a mental note to hire a private investigator to look into that matter. I can't afford to let whoever is responsible escape if it really was a sabotage attempt. And just then Amita Naidu gestures to me, giving the green light and letting me know people from CelebTimes are here to discuss the negotiation.
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Promised Love
RomanceSaanvi Rajput and Abhimanyu Malhotra have been sworn enemies since they first met at ten years old, so the last thing they ever expected to be were husband and wife to eachother. But all thanks to a promise made between their grandfathers years ago...
