"SIR!! The press conference will start in an hour," my assistant informed me to which I nodded, my mind already swirling with conflicting thoughts.
My father, the master planner, had planned everything, including his decision to invest in Vidya's company without consulting me. His investment had nothing to do with me but the partnership deal.
While I harbored no objections to the investment itself, the lack of consideration for my opinion stung. Now, I found myself obligated to let others know about it through the conference. I have a gut feeling that something's fishy. He didn't let me read the papers which was sent by Mr. RUDRAVANSHI, this morning. I insisted but as usual, he used his's father card to stop me. They're hiding something from me for sure and I tried to find out what something is and got nothing as a result because he's a pro in these things especially in hiding.
As I grappled with these thoughts, the memory of my last encounter with Vidya loomed large, leaving me hesitant to face her again. The tension between us still lingered, a reminder of unresolved issues that threatened to overshadow the event or at least not attend it but I'm not some coward. I wanted to help her in the first place but if my parents made these decisions it's fine, I know they must be thinking of giving her a favor that could make her switch her mind on marrying me but little did they know that she hates me and I'm sure she'll never agree to marry a person like me.
"Be ready man, you've only twenty minutes.", Anirudh's voice approached and I shifted my gaze from the file to the door. He sat on the chair and brushed his blue three-piece suit.
"I'm ready!!", I said.
"Ready as a mess? Huh? Look at you, tousled hair, loosened tie, and creased shirt. Go wear something nice. You need to be special today.", He replied so I checked myself but his last stanza changed my expression quickly.
Special? It's just a usual conforence. What's so special about it? Dang it! He's a crazy ass so no need to ask for an explanation.
I took a few minutes to select a suit. My thoughts are drifting to what color she might wear today. Settling on a classic white blazer paired with a majestic white shirt and pant. I quickly changed my outfit and headed to the auditorium.
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CURSE- War Of Love
Romance𝓣𝓾𝓶 𝓶𝓮𝓻𝓲 𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓱𝓸, 𝓲𝓫𝓪𝓭𝓪𝓽 𝓱𝓸... 𝓙𝓲𝓼𝓮 𝓶𝓪𝓪𝓷𝓾 𝔀𝓸 𝓫𝓱𝓪𝓰𝔀𝓪𝓷 𝓫𝓱𝓲 𝓱𝓸... 𝓙𝓲𝓼𝓮 𝓷𝓪 𝓳𝓪𝓪𝓷𝓾 𝔀𝓸 𝓪𝓷𝓳𝓪𝓪𝓶 𝓫𝓱𝓲 𝓱𝓸... 𝓩𝓲𝓷𝓭𝓪𝓰𝓲 𝓴𝓪 𝓭𝓪𝓻𝓭 𝓽𝓱𝓲 𝓽𝓾𝓶, 𝓪𝓫 𝓴𝓪𝓻𝓪𝓪𝓻 𝓫𝓱𝓲 𝓱𝓸...