"I've been to Paris many times before but this time I found My Love in the city of love."
Ruthless. Arrogant. Merciless.
Are the words which describe 𝐀𝐛𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐚𝐧 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡 𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐞 the best. He is the satan in disguise with the face of a...
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Abhimaan's pov:
Right now I'm on my way to Rathore Mansion with Rudra in his car. "Send my bike to the Rathore Mansion." I ordered Kabir to send my bike there because after visiting those people, I know I'm surely gonna have to go for a ride to clear my mind.
"You're going to work extra hours and that project you're working on right now needs to be submitted at my desk by the weekend." I said to Rudra which made him whine.
"But bhaii that project's due date is not until the next month. How can I submit it by the weekend? And extra hours-"
One glare from me and his whining went silent. "I'll submit it and also work extra hours, if you really want that." He said in a low voice.
"Yes I really want it and this is your punishment for not knowing when to keep your mouth shut"
We reached the Rathore mansion and we both made our way inside. We were late but who cares. The more late I'm, the less time I have to spend with them.
"Abhimaan you came." Mrs.Rathore came towards me and smiled like we had a normal mother-son relationship, I mentally scoffed at her. Ignoring her I made my way towards the living room where Abeer and Ahaan were sitting.
I sat there quietly, not engaging myself in any conversation. Then Mr.Rathore, my arch-enemy came and sat with us but I kept an emotionless face, glaring at the wall in front of me.
Chachi came and took Mrs.Rathore to the kitchen while everyone else was sitting in the living room. Besides Chachu, he is I don't fucking know where as I've not seen him after Rudra's first birthday. I guess he is dead because if he was alive then we would've known when Abeer and Ahaan searched for him.
I think he had an affair and ranaway to a different country to start a new life. I'm sure Mr.Rathore my 'father' knows about his disappearance but he has kept it a secret but I'm not that interested to find it out, if I was then I would've found him till now.
Then suddenly an annoying voice shouted "Abhiiii" and a fucking woman tried to touch me. Who the hell does she think she is, first calling me 'Abhiii' and then trying to touch me.
Before she could hug me I stood up and stepped back. No one can hug me besides my Love. No fucking one.
I looked at the face of the plastic factory who dared to call me that name. She was wearing a very revealing dress which did nothing to cover her private parts. Who the fuck wears this type of clothes to a family dinner?
"Abhimaan this is Alina Sikhawat, the CM's daughter. You met her at the party held by Siddharth, remember?" Dadi said smiling but her tone was full of nervousness.
No, I obviously don't remember her. She's not that special to be remembered by me. Moreover her face is caked up with makeup, I'm sure no one has seen her real face.
