• 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐬.
"Well, What can we expect from a match made in hell and a story started at a funeral?"
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• 𝐑𝐮𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐡 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡 𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐞.
A powerful business tycoon. A man, whose mere p...
I know the update was on wednesday, but my impatient self could not wait for that long and was soo eager to read all your comments and reviews.
That was the reason I kept the target which was not yet completed. It made me a little upset *Pout*
Some of my few chapters does not even have 100 comments. Like, is the story is too boring to comment?
Sorry for my Rant!!!!
Happy reading <3
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A small smile formed on Rudransh's lips when he saw her through the car window, walking inside her firm while swaying her hips. Her wavy hair moving with the sudden gust of wind and her hands which he held earlier, are busy doing something in her phone.
His eyes glanced at everyone around and his hold on the steering wheel tightened, till his knuckles turned white, when he saw the whole attention her mere presence can attract.
As soon as she walked into her firm, his smile which was dancing on his lips dropped and a dark gleam shadowed his face. His eyes held the sinister glint and his jaw clenched hard as he drove off to his work place.
Parinidhi turned around and looked at the moving car from the large glass with her phone near her ear. The morning sunlight fell on her sharp features while she kept looking at the direction of the car and uttered without moving her eyes away.
"He knew there is a spy in the house. Tell her to escape as soon as possible. He will kill her"
Parinidhi sighed cutting the call. Giving a last look outside the firm she walked inside to her cabin.
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Rudransh busted into his cabin with a 'thud' and walked inside to come face to face with his brother Pratik. Pratik has the worried expression on his face which immediately turned to concerned and scared one, at the sight of his brother's fume.
"We have captured every house staff, maid and the guards which were on the night duty yesterday." He informed but gulped hard seeing his brother's dark look.
Even after all these years, he would piss his pants if his brother looked at him with that deadpan, dark glared expression on his face.
"Kill them all"
Pratik flinched hard at the command. His throat went completely dry hearing his tone. He shook his head and spoke after gathering up the courage.
"B-But Bhai- "
"I don't like to repeat myself" There was no guilt nor any flicker of emotion in his dark eyes. Pratik braced himself from flinching again. He is shit scared but he refused to give up when the lives of innocents were on line.
