Book 6 of the Mangoverse
The Kapoors are strong. Stronger than ever now with the next generation but what would happen when all powerful families collide? Big names, bigger aspirations, and biggest scandals.
Lives are at crossroads, careers at stak...
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Nothing. No shame, no pain, no trauma, no horror. There is nothing on this woman's face. She unabashedly sits in my office, sipping soda like this is a cinema hall and she didn't just give the performance of her life infront of cameras, crying her heart out about everything that happened to her.
I know she is lying. I know even before she opens her goddamn mouth. I know because the man she pointed fingers at asked a million times, taking my consent atleast three times before actually sleeping with me.
"Are you sure?" I nod and his lips thin.
"I need words."
"Yes."
"Yes what?"
"Yes I want to have sex with you. Now will you please do something?!"
"You are utterly impatient. I just need to make sure you are actually on board with this."
"I am. Now stop talking and get to work!"
It's because of women like her that the actual victims of assault aren't taken seriously. And it is because of women like her that men are called guilty even before they are actually proven.
It is because of women like her that I lost my brother and it is because of women like her that someone else might lose theirs. "Madam, if you don't have anything to say, can I go? I have interviews with other channels." Darling, after I am done with you, no channel would ever look in your fucking direction.
"You accused a man of rape and sexual assault but you didn't file an official complaint?" Her eyes widen slightly. She is obviously a puppet to someone's game of defaming Advait. And I don't exactly have proof but I am certain it's Gaurav.
She stutters to find her answer while I look around. Ofcourse she didn't file a complaint. Court asks for proof. Media doesn't. If she would've gone to the court, there would've been medical tests involved, and she wasn't assaulted. Advait would've walked out safe. The media gives no shit about proof. I have first hand experience. They ruined my brother's life to the extent that he chose to die rather than live to prove himself innocent.
"Listen, whatever your name is, I don't care if you file a complaint or not. I hate Advait Kapoor more than life itself and I would do anything to get him off the elections." She falls back in her seat, almost at ease now.
"You don't like him either? My boss doesn't like him so he asked me to do all this."
"What all this?"
"This. Blame him of rape. I needed money and the man paid me 40 lakhs to go to the media and lie that Advait Kapoor raped me. I've honestly never even met him. But whatever. I get paid. So you hate him too? Do you want me to say something about him as well? I will charge you but I'll do it." She is like a kid who has candy dangling over her head.
