Book 1 of Sinful Series
Aayan Kapoor- 28.Ceo of Kapoor Industries.
''He knew loving her was a sin but he himself was a devil"
Used to be sunshine boy but something drastic happened which made him ruthless and arrogant.He not only rules the business...
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What the hell!
Kiana Malhotra dashed inside my cabin without even knocking.
I was shocked but quickly hid my surprise behind the cold, emotionless mask I usually wore. Kiana. Fucking. Malhotra. She just barged into my office like she owned the place.
"Can't you knock?" I asked, or rather, taunted her. It took everything in me to keep my composure because, damn, she looked breathtaking. Ethereal.
By sheer coincidence, we were both wearing black, and it felt like the universe was trying to make us match. But it wasn't just the outfit—it was the way she wore it. That simple, boring formal attire was hugging her curves like it was custom-made for her. She brought life to something so mundane. Her brown eyes flickered with a thousand emotions—rage, mostly. Innocent yet furious. Her heart-shaped lips were painted a bold, blood-red shade, adding to the boldness she exuded. And I... I was having all sorts of unholy thoughts.
Snap out of it, Ayaan. You're marrying her sister to avenge your brother's death.
For a moment, though, it felt like she was just standing there, taking me in. Admiring me, maybe? No, that's ridiculous. My subconscious mocked me. You're the one eye-fucking her, and you're calling it admiration?
Just as I was about to lose myself in her beauty again, her voice—sharp and full of fire—snapped me out of it.
"Do you really think after the games you're playing, I'm going to knock, ask for permission, and act like nothing's wrong?" she spat, her voice dripping with anger. "We both know why I'm here, so let's cut the crap and get to the point."
She sat down in the chair across from me, crossing her legs with the confidence of a woman who thought she could intimidate me.
"What do you want to talk about, Ms. Kiana Malhotra—or should I say, my soon-to-be wife's sister?" I replied, my voice laced with sarcasm.
Her eyes flashed with fury, but she pressed on. "Why are you doing this? Why the hell are you so determined to ruin my sister's life? I've told you already—she didn't murder your brother. She's still drowning in guilt for not being able to save him. As much as you loved him, so did she! Do you really think you're doing the right thing by marrying her, punishing her for something she didn't even do?"
She fired off her words in one breath, her voice filled with desperation and anger.
I leaned back, keeping my tone calm. "I'm marrying her for business. I'm sure your dad mentioned the deal. It's going to benefit your family's company more than mine, so you should focus on that instead."
If I wanted to, I could've shown her the video I received, the one where it looks like her sister pushed my brother. But I knew she wouldn't believe it. Hell, I still don't know who sent me that clip. I've been chasing that ghost for years, using every contact I have, but they've covered their tracks too well. Multiple IP addresses. No trace. It's frustrating as hell. And the police—they buried the case, claiming they had no evidence against Riddhima or anyone else. Sometimes, I think they were hiding something from me. Still, I can't risk showing Kiana the clip. What if she somehow destroyed the evidence?
