Arnav was working on his laptop, having done with the latest meeting when he heard a knock on the door. Aman's words about a businesswoman wanting to meet him had come rushing into his head.
"Come in," he muttered, letting the woman in high heels and business suit come inside. He gestured for her to sit on the chair, looking at her. This was the woman who wanted an appointment in a very short time.
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"There is nothing in this project that will be beneficial for my state people or rather I will say this project is not that beneficial for you too, Miss. So, I am not approving this project," he informed, adjusting his spectacles, keeping the file on the table, and pushing it toward her.
Khushi still stood there not believing what she heard, till now no damn person ignored her, denying her will be out of the question but this man sitting in front of her was not even glancing at her properly and he dared to deny her proposal.
Arnav was searching for another file when he didn't hear movement from her, he looked up and saw she was still looking at him in disbelief, so he raised his left eyebrow and cleared his throat which brings out Khushi from her trance, "You may leave now Miss, and from next time don't come here with half baked business proposal and waste my time."
It shocked Khushi. She thought her project plan could never be denied. But here, the man in front of her, the Chief Minister sitting on the chair so high, denied giving her permission to carry her project forward without any explanations.
And the moment he did, she could only stare at him in pure dislike. Arnav Singh Raiazda didn't care about the gaze that was sent his way.
Fuming, Khushi stood up and picked up her file, and left the cabin giving him a deadly glare that hardly affected him.
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"I'll not let you win, Khushi Gupta! I'll make sure you're destroyed," he spitted fire from his blazing eyes and the picture of Khushi Gupta burned in flames beside a very handsome-looking Chief Minister, who seemed to have a deep conversation with her — his Nemesis.
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"Make sure the plan is executed as I said. It should be perfect!" He cut the instructing and laughed till the corners of his eyes wrinkled with little tears.
A maniac and that was what he was!
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In the hall-like room, one man in a white Kurta Pajama with a stand-collar blue waistcoat accompanying it, stood there glaring at a half-burning picture of Arnav Singh Raizada beside a very beautiful businesswoman, who was having a deep conversation with him — his Corrival, "What you thought, Arnav? By snatching my chair, you will enjoy being a Chief Minister? You must be living in a delusional world then. Let's see how you deal with the upcoming storm."
He laughed like a maniac clutching the burning photo in his hands, hurting himself in the process. The person next to him was also scared about the plan they discussed. That thought itself could shudder anyone's spine, that much scary the plan was.
A dangerous plan sending chills down their spine!
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To be continued..,
A collaboration between Tulip(ArshiTulip_Notes) and Poly(polymath_land)
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Arshi FF - Flames and the Fall
FanfictionThey were poles apart. If one is scorching summer, the other one is icy winter. The rise and fall never happen to meet on the same line. Arnav and Khushi weren't different. Yet they had to meet one day, just like a dawning sun would bid Hi to a risi...
