To hide one lie, thousands of lies are needed.
Jhanish Mehrotra
He is a grumpy, moody billionaire who doesn't like people around him, he can't feel emotions or maybe he don't want to feel.
For him his work and his company is his priority.
But wh...
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As a young boy who was raised the way that my father and all the family members around me did. That people only care about you if you've power, position, money. I was being raised to be the future leader of Mehrotra Empire. Arrogant, rude, heartless devil.
I learned a hard lesson at avery veryyoung age, that people only care about money and materialistic things. If you've money you've all the power in this world. No one gives shit about who you actually are.
I thought I knew everything about life, until I stumbled upon a tiny creature with curly hair and beautiful amber eyes. If I'm being honest myself, the first time i saw her eyes, that was the day i started to give a shit about someone other than myself.
I still remember that day when I saw her picture in Mohit's laptop. That was two years back. I was capivated by those eyes. I did all my research on her, but never met her in person. When I first saw her, She was only eighteen back then. A beautiful face, sweet voice, melodious laugh, and those fucking delicious curves of her body.
I only watched her from far when I went to Ahmedabad, only to see her. I watched her for weeks, leaving everything behind. I became a creepy fucker and trail behind her everywhere. Then I realized, I was getting distracted, I'm losing control, when the thing is - I - don't - lose - control. So I stopped seeing her and went back to Mumbai, but that couldn't stop me from knowing about her. Shirish was- is still her shadow.
I'm done, I say to myself as I drive to the warehouse, I'm done ignoring my feelings for her. I realized a long ago, this is not just an obsession I've with Maya. I've fallen in love with my wife. And there is no point in ignoring this feeling. I know whenever she said this words to me, she hoped I said it back. But I never did and she never demand it from me. She just love me, selflessly, without demanding anything in return. But this will over tonight. As soon as I get back to her, I'm going to tell her that I'm madly in love with her. And then I'm going to throw ber on my bed. Our bed. And I'm going to fuck her senseless, that she'll forget everything and everyone in this world but me.
If one of my men didn't call me to inform that Farad was shot, and he's in hospital. I could be with my wife right now. I could be balls deep inside Maya, fucking her into the early hours of the morning, but no… I'm stuck doing this shit. My phone tings and I picked up without looking at caller ID. "What?"
"Jhanish, s-stay at home. Stay w-with Maya. I'm telling you don't come here. I-I'm fine." I tense up at Farad's voice.
"What the fuck happened? Where are you? Are you okay?"
"I-I'm okay...I'll be...But don't leave her alone. This is trap brother. Fuck.." He hissed. "Just go Jhanish, don't come here. He's out there. Maya's not safe."
I take U-turn sharply. My heart us thumping wildly. I call Maya, Shirish but they didn't answer. The call was scam, a setup. It was a trap to make me leave the house. And I fucking fall into that trap.
