This story will take a turn when our cute handsome business man will turn into a dangerous ...... unknowingly he kept it a secret and she finds it out
a man cloaked in the shadows of his past, his heart encased in frost. Yet, amidst his icy demeanor...
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Shayantika's POV:
After Subha left, I collapsed onto my bed, feeling the day's tension finally melting away. My gaze drifted to the table across the room, where a frame caught my eye. I pushed myself up and walked over, my curiosity piqued.
The photo inside was an old one—me at the age of three, beaming with my best friend Rian. We were inseparable back then, always caught up in playful mischief and shared dreams. I remembered our plans to celebrate New Year's Eve together, driving through the rain-soaked streets. But the memory was fragmented, like shards of a broken mirror.
My head throbbed with an ache, a cruel reminder of that night. The image of the speeding car with flashing lights haunted me, but the details were hazy, slipping through my mind like sand through fingers. Why can't I remember anything more? I thought, my frustration mounting. I stumbled into the washroom, splashing cold water on my face, desperately trying to clear the fog that clouded my thoughts.
"Shayantika beta, come down for dinner," Mummy's voice called through the door.
"Coming, Mom!" I shouted back, my voice tinged with the strain of the day. I made my way downstairs, attempting to shake off the lingering discomfort.
At the dinner table, Mummy served me a plate of food, but my appetite was absent. I poked at the food, my mind preoccupied with the unsettling photo and the fragments of memory that refused to piece themselves together.
"Mom, I'm full. I'm going to bed. Good night," I said, offering a weak smile and a nod to Dad. I could feel the weight of his gaze but didn't have the energy to explain.
"goodnight, jaldee so jao aur subah jaldee utho," Papa said, his voice carrying a gentle command. (Goodnight, sleep quickly, and wake up early.)
I nodded absentmindedly, heading back upstairs to my room. Once there, I changed into a silk nightgown, my favorite teddy bear—Baby—clutched in my arms. I made a messy bun of my hair, seeking comfort in the familiarity of Baby's plush form. Exhausted, I sank into the bed, seeking solace in sleep.
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The sound of my phone's ringtone jolted me awake. The table clock read 8 AM. My eyes fluttered open as I reached blindly for my phone on the bedside table. The caller ID showed Dad's name.
"Heeeelllllloo," I answered groggily.
"Shayantika, get ready. You're meeting with our partner company's CEO today," Dad's voice crackled through the phone, filled with urgency.
Instantly awake, I jumped out of bed. "OK, Papa!" I responded, trying to shake off the sleep.
I rushed to the washroom, starting my skincare routine which seemed to stretch on forever. The warm shower felt like a sanctuary, helping me clear the remnants of the night's confusion.
Ten minutes later, I emerged dressed in a sleek black silk bodycon outfit that hugged my curves perfectly. My high ponytail and styled bangs added a touch of elegance. I glanced in the mirror, satisfied with my appearance. I dashed downstairs where Mummy handed me a piece of bread with jelly. I ate it quickly, barely tasting it.
Before heading out, I spritzed my favorite rose petal cologne, a small but significant touch that always boosted my confidence. I grabbed the keys to my Ferrari 250 GTO, a sleek, powerful car that made me feel invincible. To avoid Dad's scrutiny, I had told him the driver was taking me, but in reality, I had sent the driver home.
As I drove, I sang along to "I Wanna Be Yours," feeling the music help lift my spirits. But my sense of invincibility was abruptly shattered when a black car suddenly veered into my path. I swerved but couldn't avoid a collision. My Ferrari crashed into the side of a Rolls Royce.
Panic surged through me as the driver of the Rolls Royce stormed out, fury etched on his face. "Do you realize how expensive that car is?" he shouted.
Fear gripped me. "I'm so sorry! I'll pay for the damage," I stammered, my voice trembling.
From the backseat of the Rolls Royce, a man in a sharp black suit emerged, flanked by what I assumed was his boss. His imposing presence made my heart race even faster.
He approached, his expression cold and disdainful. "Do you think a poor girl like you can cover the cost of my car's damage?" he sneered. "You're nothing but a good-for-nothing. if u cant drive why the hell u sat in that expensive car? huh!"
His words pierced me, each one a sharp reminder of my vulnerabilities. The anger and humiliation boiled over, blurring my vision. Without thinking, I slapped him hard on the cheek. The loud smack! echoed in the street as he reeled back, shock and anger mingling in his eyes.
Without another word, I hurried back to my Ferrari, which had only minor damage. I drove off quickly, determined to get to SA Star Enterprise before he could follow me.
Upon arriving at the company, I parked the car and entered the building. The buzz of activity was palpable, but no one seemed to notice me. I headed straight to the lift, riding it up to the sixth floor where the main office and conference hall were located. My day was just beginning, and despite the morning's chaos, I had to stay focused and composed.
TO BE CONTINUED
Here's our main lead entry who gets a little aggressive but he's cold which u will see later in the next chapter. follow for the next chapters. and vote. the next chapter has a plot twist which is maybe predictable😂 ok bye.
