Adversaries To Amour : A Tale Of Indian Rivalry And Romance

CHAPTER 1

Vansh Singhania. A name that echoed with power, determination, and fear. He had built an empire from nothing, and everyone knew better than to cross him. But today, something inside him snapped, and the weight of his anger filled the air like a storm waiting to unleash its fury.

Vansh stood at the head of the table, his eyes scanning the room with a piercing intensity that made everyone shift uncomfortably in their seats. He spoke, his voice low but filled with unshakable authority, each word like a blade slicing through the tension.

"Listen carefully, because I will not repeat myself. I don't need excuses, delays, or errors. If I find a single bug or flaw in this project, you're all gone. Fired. I've built this empire with my blood, sweat, and tears, and I will not let anyone tarnish it."

He paused, his fists clenching as his voice rose, thunderous and commanding.

"Trust me, you will be."

The room fell into a silence so heavy that even the sound of breathing seemed too loud. No one dared to speak or move. Vansh's gaze burned into them, and without another word.

vansh had made this whole empire all alone he made himself all alone never taking any offs he worked his whole life for this empire when his parents died he was all alone with his grandparents and his grandfather helped him complete his education and gave his small savings to help him and with that only small amount of money he made his empire and is now ruling so someone daring to hack in the system would be the last thin he would want.

 (present)

Vansh and his team was working for three days now without taking an off and vansh itself has not slept for a few days but today the project was finally completed but Someone had hacked into their system, stolen sensitive information, and leaked it. And that someone was none other than Ashrita his fiercest rival and the one person who had the audacity to challenge him time and time again.

"Ashrita," Vansh muttered under his breath, his voice trembling with rage. He clenched his fists, and before he knew it, he punched the mirror in front of him. The glass shattered, shards scattering across the floor, reflecting his rage.

"This time, you've crossed the line," he hissed. "I'll make you pay. I'll make you regret ever breathing."

Blood dripped from his knuckles, but he didn't care. Pain was irrelevant. All he could think about was revenge—not quick and simple, but calculated, agonizing revenge. 

 it was past midnight when Vansh entered his house. The lights were dim, except for the warm glow of the living room lamp. His grandmother was sitting there, her frail figure wrapped in a shawl, waiting for him.

"Dadi," Vansh said softly, guilt washing over him. "You should be asleep. Why are you waiting up for me?"

His grandmother turned to him, her wise, kind eyes filled with concern. "Why wouldn't I wait for you? Do you think I don't worry about you? Look at yourself, Vansh. You look like you haven't eaten or slept in days."

He managed a small smile, walking over to sit beside her. "I'm sorry, Dadi. Work has been...complicated."

"Complicated? Is that what you call it? You're killing yourself over this work, Vansh. Your health matters too," she said, her voice firm but filled with love.

"I know," he murmured, avoiding her gaze.

"No excuses. Eat your dinner now," she ordered, standing up and pointing toward the table. "Then go to bed. That's final."

Vansh nodded, his heart heavy with emotions he didn't often allow himself to feel. As he ate, the silence of the house surrounded him, but his mind was far from peaceful.

He thought of Ashrita, of the betrayal, of the chaos she had caused. He could end her with a single move if he wanted to. A part of him wanted to. But he wouldn't. No, death was too merciful.

"I won't kill her," he whispered to himself, his eyes dark with resolve. "But I'll make her wish she'd never crossed me."

The clock struck 1:00 AM as Vansh finished his meal and went to his room. The night was still, but his mind was anything but. A storm was brewing inside him, and when it was ready to be unleashed, there would be no stopping it. she would regret everything

i am  sure she will

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thank youu everyone who is reading this story 

you have still not met the baddass bitch ashrita i swearrr the fun is yet to start

love you all

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