𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐀𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐖𝐢𝐟𝐞 || @𝘼𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙙𝙧𝙖𝙛𝙩𝙨||

.Chapter-1. Beneath the Surface

1700+ words

Jo Badal Jaye
 Woh Yaar kaisa?
 Jo chor jaye
 Woh Saath kaisa?
Log kehte hain
Tujhe phir se pyaar hojaega,
Par jo phir se hojae
Woh pyaar kaisa?...

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Author's Pov:

HOW DARE YOU LOOK AT MY SISTER LIKE THAT? Ashwin's voice thundered, cutting through the tense atmosphere in the meeting hall as he glared at one of his business partners, Mr. Rohan Malhotra. The room was silent, everyone frozen in fear, knowing full well Ashwin's wrath was nothing to be trifled with.

"Bhai, please don't do this," Noha, his younger sister, pleaded, her voice shaky as she stepped forward.

"Noha, leave. Now," Viyaan said firmly, pulling her gently into a calming embrace. His voice, though steady, had a protective edge.

"But—" she began to protest, her concern evident.

"Noha, go," Viyaan interrupted, pushing her gently but firmly toward the door.

As the door clicked shut behind her, the meeting hall felt colder, darker. The tension hung thick in the air, every eye focused on Ashwin's enraged figure. Everyone knew this wasn't the first time Ashwin had defended his family with such fury, and it wouldn't be the last. Some of the employees exchanged nervous glances, already aware of what was about to unfold.

"Everyone out," Viyaan's voice broke the silence, his tone calm but commanding. "Mr. Malhotra, you stay."

The employees didn't need to be told twice. They hurriedly filed out, leaving Mr. Malhotra standing alone, sweat beading on his forehead.

"Basement," Ashwin's voice was low, barely a whisper, but it carried the weight of an inevitable doom.

Viyaan nodded silently and signaled to Varun, who managed the darker, more clandestine aspects of the Singhania family's affairs. They all knew what "the basement" meant.

Mr. Malhotra panicked. Falling to his knees, he crawled towards Ashwin, clasping his hands together in desperation. "Please, I'm sorry. I never meant any harm, Mr. Singhania. It was a misunderstanding, please, forgive me!" he begged, tears streaming down his face.

Ashwin stared down at him, his face a cold mask of fury. "You don't deserve forgiveness, Malhotra. You know exactly what I hate most," Ashwin replied, his voice cutting like ice.

With a sinister smirk, Viyaan added, "You should've known better than to cross us, especially when it comes to our sister."

Ashwin grabbed Malhotra by the collar, yanking him up. "Let's take this to the basement. I want to deal with you personally." His voice was a low, menacing growl.

As they dragged Malhotra to the basement, the employees outside remained in their offices, pretending not to hear the muffled pleas and the violence that was sure to follow. They knew better than to intervene.

In the basement, Malhotra's sobs echoed against the cold stone walls. "Please, have mercy, I beg you!"

Ashwin, unimpressed, picked up a baseball bat and swung it directly at Malhotra's thigh, the sickening crack of bone shattering echoed through the room. Malhotra screamed in agony, writhing on the ground.

"I told you," Ashwin muttered, swinging the bat again, this time hitting his back. "There's no mercy for you."

When Ashwin finally drew his gun, Malhotra's eyes widened in terror. "N-no, please, I—"