• 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...
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"We are not able to find anything sir"
As soon as the words left his mouth, a deafening silence followed.
The man trembled like a leaf and his gaze fixed on the brown wooden floor but the piercing gaze of his boss made him gulp. Being the right hand man and the assistant of the only heir of Chauhans is a very difficult job.
So difficult that he has to choose money over his life. One mistake and he is dead.
The man he works for is a Satan himself. He, along with all the men working for Vikram Chauhan knew that their life is at stake. But the amount of money the job offers makes them accept the risk that comes with their jobs.
Vikram Chauhan is a man of few words, a man with sinister gaze and sharp mouth. He is one of the most successful business man in Asia. Being the only heir, not only the business but the background he came from make him the one of the most richest businessmen.
He has everything, Money, Fame, Business, luxury and Girls. He would have anything he lays his eyes on.
The painful silence was broken by the loud shattering sound. The men flinched but kept their heads down and eyes fixed on the floor.
There was again silence bouncing between the walls but this time there was the sound of hard breathing. The shattering continued and after a few minutes, they heard a deep yet hoarse voice.
"Just one fucking Girl and you can't even find her?" He screamed, his black orbs blazing with fire making them flinch yet again. Every one gulped hard but didn't say anything.
He scoffed and screamed.
"Get the fuck out"
Hearing it they scurried away from his office. His large form slid into his chair and leaned backwards while closing his eyes. His face pales slightly with tiredness and his thick brows furrows in frustration.
He growled in annoyance when he heard a knock on the door of his cabin. He opened his mouth to shout but stopped himself when he heard a soft and gentle voice.
"Bhai"
He opened his eyes to come face to face with the sight of his sister. The petile figure walked inside while her doe eyed gaze fixed on her brother. Clad in light blue kurta and her hair silky loosely braided in the side she looked not less than angelic. Her black orbs lit up and her lips curved to form a huge smile.
She was none other than Amrita Chauhan. Vikram's one and only sister.
Vikram's eyes softened a little but the frustration lines on his forehead were still there. Her raised his perfect brow, silently asking her about her sudden visit.
