Who dosent know him . Most coldest n cruelest man alive . His every inch screams perfection , greek god like features. He is arrogant , rude , egoist . Girls cry to be with him , men cry to be like him . Worlds leading n most richest business tycoo...
The Rathores Penthouse was decorated with a lot of beautiful fairy lights , it looked extremely enchanting n expensive , rich to richest were present there . Hosting people from all around the world n all professions, from top most actresses of Hollywood n bollywood to Presidents n prime minister's from all around the world. No one wanted to miss a chance to meet the RATHORES ( ...HIM to be more precise 😏) , or we can say no one had the audacity to reject the rathores invitation coz ofcourse last thing they want is to be in the beasts bad side coz that could cost them their life . Many media outlets were present there capturing pics of the event which could be a one time thing .
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A woman dressed in a simple but beautiful , expensive saree walked from table to table having small chat with everyone . She is Maheshwari Singh Rathore .
" Maa " Maheshwari turned around and just as she saw the person behind her , her smile grew . There was a girl dressed in a beautiful dress.
" U r looking very beautiful beta " Maheshwari told her daughter Sia
" Really?" Sia giggled, twirling around to show her dress .
Just then another beautiful girl dressed in a beautiful gown came running to sia , her dress was a lil longer than of Sia's .
" U left me alone sia , i hate u " said the girl pouting who was almost the age of sia .
" Sorry Pallavi i didnt mean it , i just came to ask maa about tommorow " said sia
" u know naa u have to ask ur bhai sa about it , although he would say yes only ." said maheshwari giving them a sweet smile
Then all went there own ways to greet other guests.
AT RATHORES CORPORATION
A man was walking to the elevator with his four bodyguards n his personal assistant.
" sir ur car is down in the parking lot n as u said i have already placed ur suit in the car n a hotel is already booked for u to change "
The man just hummed to his reply . Soon he got into his car n drove to the hotel after he changed his driver left n he sat in his bugatti which was already in the parking lot of the hotel as this hotel was owned by him ,n he then left for the rathore villa
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As u have already guessed he is non other than ABHIMAAN SINGH RATHORE
As he entered the party all the loud noises stoped . All the attention turned to him n he knew it , this wasn't something new . It was a everyday thing . Everyone kept their heads down when the king passed by , as a sign of respect n acknowledgement. All the girls started moving there dress a lil down to show there cleavage n some started setting there makeup while some just honestly drooling over him . All the gentlemen in the party started planning how they would approuch him n some even got jealous as there wifes n gfs were just lusting over this extremely hot , tempting, handsome man whose face lookped as if god had took toooooo much time to sculpture his face . His body was like a site of heaven , with a broad shoulder , buff ( not extremely) chest n even thou he was wearing a three piece anyone could guess he had 6 pack abs , his extremely attractive veiny hands n heavy biceps , 6 ft height screamed one thing n one thing only "GREEK GOD"
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As he walked with a glass of wine in his hand which he got from a waiter , all attention was on him , he had a small smirk at the corner of his lips as he walked towards the bar n sat down . Many women tried to approach him but becoz of his aura no one could make it close to him n same applies to the men . He sat their until he heard a voice
"Bhai sa " a boy of around his age approached him and bowed his head a lil to give his greetings to the king . He was raghav sing rathore the kings brother
" bhai maa sa was looking for u "
" u said the party was at 7 pm " abhimaan said looking at his watch with his iconic stone face n cold voice that he uses with everyone
Raghav saw his watch n saw it was sharp 7 , ofcourse how can he forget his brother is a perfectionist. As raghav n abhimaan were speaking about a business deal they saw vivaan, there younger brother flirting with girls as usual. After he was done chating with those models he turned around n came to his brothers
" bhai sa " vivaan bowed down his head a lil acknowledging the kings presences before whispering to raghav.
" hi bro , u guys late " vivaan said .The girls were just dieing to make an eye contact with any of the RATHORE brothers except for the king since u only get to see the kings eye if u ever have a death wish n in that case it would be the last thing u see .
" we r not late u r " raghav said to vivaan with a bored look
" ohh i came early acha "
" then where were u all this time " said raghav now facing vivaan. They both were whispering but abhimaan had a sharp ear so he could hear everything.
" i just was caught up with some beautiful work " said vivaan looking at a group of girls who started giggling after makkng eye contact with him . Abhimaan smirked after listening to him which no body could see.
All three rathore brothers just kept on sipping from there glasses enjoying the evening .
This party was hosted to celebrate the rathore empires anniversary
AUTHORS NOTE
I hope u guys liked the update ....im extremely sorry i couldnt update early coz of exams n my school assignments but ill try to update early from now onwards n thanks for the support . Guys we have reached 600 views🎊🎉 n im so happy n gratefull . N plz dont mind my grammar as this is not my first language but i will not lie i speak english frequently n more than my own language but still if i make mistakes im sorry before hand.
