• 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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"Did you meet Vikram Chauhan the other day before coming to my office?"
Parinidhi raised her brow at his sudden unexpected question. His eyes red which spoke volumes.
One thing that Rudransh Singh Rathore despises is Vikram Chauhan and Parinidhi know she is in a deep shit if he choose to react.
She took a deep breath when the memory of the night of the Party crossed her mind.
Spanks and red ass.
That what she received upon shaking his hand. With the buring fury in his grey orbs she was sure as hell she was controlling himself from reacting.
Feeling a movement at the corner of her eyes. Her eyes snapped at the other side of the room where his brothers were standing silently.
Abhay and Pratik glanced at each other before facing Parinidhi silently.
The silence followed neither Parinidhi nor Rudransh uttered anything part from looking into each others eyes.
Pratik and Abhay gulped silently as the tension in the silent room increased. They sure as hell that it would reach its peak when they reveal the information they have been carrying.
Rudransh eyes turned red with obvious anger and fury. The veins of his neck and forehead popped out making everyone who was present in room release a shaky breath out of nervousness.
The weight of his unanswered question hanging in the heavy air. But she didn't answer which only increased his fury.
Parinidhi's throat went completely dry witnessing his dark demeanor.
Pratik walked forward, with a black file in his hand. Staring at both of them for a few seconds, he kept the file on the bed saying
"Yesterday early in the morning we got a call saying one of our warehouses was on fire." He sighed and continued
"These are the photographs of our warehouses which contains many of our most advanced weapons, which were yet to be shipped, burning because of a blast"
That was one of the most confidential information and a major secret of Rathores. No one knows, not even his most trusted men, that Rudransh Singh Rathore supplies advanced weapons all over the world for different criminal organisations and the Government.
