Lax Imlie and Aryan reached work, they went separate elevators . Once in the cabinc Imlie sat and started to prepare for the meeting.
Aryan was observing ImMlie expressions, it had no sadness, no hurt just a smile. Her eyes were smiling too it kind of shocked him ev lol after her first day being such a hell.
The meeting was with Mr. Chauhan he was 46 year old sleazy man but very rich and clever in businessworld. Aryan didnt like dealing with him but then again this was business and he was one of his clients especially also with his underworld doings. He had high contacts in Russia and Italy and Aryan can do anything and deal with anyone for his business and position.
Mr. Chauhan was eyeing Imlie with lust, her tight shirt and perfect figure made him smile more. Aryan was discussing and Mr. Chauhan was just nodding and keep looking at the beautiful woman who sat next to Aryan. He noticed she is married but he didnt care,
"Aryan if may i interuppt, I am ready to give you the tender, the investment and even extra shipments from Italy" Aryan raised his eyebrows in suprise "Whats the catch?" He asked straightforward.
"You know i am ready to do anything g if i get good deal" he eyes Imlie in creey way. Aryan was still not understanding, "If you can send Ms here with files to my hotel room..." He left the sentence halfway, Aryan just stood there , his body was shaking in anger . Imlie eyes went wide but she kept quiet, "Ok" Aryan said and Imlie without thinking grabbed Aryan collar "How dare you?!" She never thought Aryan could fall in her eyes this much, she knew he was mean, arrogant , angry but somewhere in her heart she knew he is just angry with her for whatever reason and that he actually is good guy.
She was just being delusional when he said "Ok"
Mr. Chauhan got up and said "Then i dont need anytning else from you. Tonight at Blue Diamond" he shook his hand and touched his shoulder with Imlie's deliberately.
"Listen! I am warning you if you dare behave like you just did infront of my client, mujhse bura koi nai hoga" He said holding her by shoulder, Imlie stood there her eyes downward, tears slipping again. This has become routine, she just became a disgusting deal.
"And you are going! You have signed the contract, you will do as I say? Did you forget? Or should I tell my guards to take action on Ashram?" He angrily asked
"Whatever you say Sahab, Ye Imlie jayegi" She took her notes and went to her cabin.
Imlie rest of the day, just sat there in cabin. She was helpless, wo to pyaar sikhane or karne chali thi acha hua uska bhram tut gaya. She was now weeping silently, she regretted ever coming to Mumbai. She hates herself , she hates everything. She doesnt even know if she will live after tonight.
At night, 10 pm Imlie was in car looking outside ignoring Aryan who was next to her. He was coming to get the papers signed and handover Imlie, thats what he said on call to Mr Chauhan 5 mins ago.
When they reached the hotel, Imlie didnt come out of car, she just sat there in fear. She felt as if her soul was being ripped already, she looked at Aryan with pleading eyes but Aryan just raise his eyebrows "Get out of the car, I have to drop you and get going" Imlie shook her head "Please Sahab" a tear escape
"Why you are doing this? What have I done? I will be your slave whole life but please dont do this" She started crying.
"You are wasting my time ! Get out or i can try other ways" Imlie just cried "Humne kabhu kisi ko nai pareshaan kia, why you are doing this? Aap itna gir sakte hai"
"Agar mein gira hua hu toh tum kya ho??? Huh??? Tumne to kisi ki jaan li hai, tum toh mujhse bhi giri hui ho! Paiso ke liye kisi ke saath khelna" He turned his face away, he was trying to control his rage.
"I HAVENT DONE ANYTHING!! KISKI JAAN? MEIN ASHRAM SE KABHI KAHI GAI HI NAI!" She yelled
"JHOOTH! Look i dont want to argue" He grabbed her by hand and dragged her. Her bangles broke as he had held very tightly, her hand started to bleed but now she had just become statue.
They reached the room, 309 and knocked. Mr Chauhan was in bathrobe, with cigar in his mouth and in one hand rum glass.
"Come in Mr Sekhawat" Aryan pushed Imlie in, her saree pallu fell off, she quickly put it back and took steps back again towards the door.
She crashed into Aryan chest, her back was now against his chest.
Aryan glanced towards Mr.Chauhan "Please sign the papers then she is yours"
"Sit" Mr Chauhan said , Imlie grabbed Aryan hands pleading with her eyes
He ignored but didnt push her hands away, he sat and laid the papers on the table.
Mr. Chauhan read and signed all of them quickly and smiling towards Imlie with dirty eyes.
"Thank you Mr Chauhan. She is yours" Imlie wrapped her arms around Aryan waist "Please Dont do this! Mar jaungi mein" Aryan face was expressionless, he unwind her hands away from him.
Imlie just stood there, all hopes now gone then she looked towards Mr Chauhan with wide eyes.
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JUNOON-E-MOHABBAT
FanficAryan was living with fire in his body. He wanted revenge. And he sure will take it. Imlie was sweet simple and kind girl. She didnt know her life will be turned around in just one day. her life is going to be hell, why? She didnt know. "Barbad kar...
