Rajas : Passion Unveiled

Chapter 6

Ayansh's POV

I enter my room as Laksh follows me. he is still trying to convince me. "Bhai there is lot of work pending at the office. I have to install the new software-"

"Others can do that. And I am the boss. I am telling you that you are not going to work. You are coming with me to Udaipur" I command in a strict voice. There is no way that I am going to tolerate that alone. "Now stop whining and go get ready" he sighs and leaves. I wait for him at the door while checking my mails. After he comes we get in the car and leave for Udaipur. The ride is mostly silent with both of us managing work as much as possible from our mobiles while occasionally discussing somethings that need to be done. Soon we reach our destination.

The place they booked was indeed very big and accommodating. This year's convention was being hosted by Lokesh Khurana , CEO of Khurana Enterprises. ( who surprisingly wasn't in attendance)

We entered our details for them to confirm our identities at the entrance. Like my face wasn't enough. Everyone knows me , as was evident from the face of the woman sitting at the desk who kept drooling over me. Feeling disguted by her , I ignore her and we enter the hall. There are tables set all over before the podium.

I ask Laksh to go on and take a seat while I look around. I see him go towards one of the tables where water bottles were kept. He goes to pick up one of them before a woman picks it up. He looks up and apologizes. I look closely and that's HER. I stand surprised. This is the same woman from the traffic incident.

I notice the bracelet on her hand with the crescent moon and the evil eye , that confirms her identity. My focus shifts to her attire and holy hells is she hot. She is wearing a dark red suit that compliments her skin very well. Beneath the blazer she's wearing a black corset. God could she be any sexier? I gulp. What is wrong with you Ayansh? You don't even know her. I huff at myself.

Silver rings adorn her hands that move gracefully while she is talking to my brother. I look up and notice the necklace around her neck. A snake coiling around whose tail ends at her cleavage. I notice the movement of her throat as she sips the water and I can feel my body heating up. What is happening to me? How can this woman affect me so much. I sigh, frustrated by my behavior. Control yourself Ayan-

All control goes down the drain as I see her face. My pulse races as I take her in. She has luscious black hair that fall in waves over her shoulder and delicate but defined lips. She has a straight nose and her eyes. I can't really gauge the colour of her eyes from this distance. Maybe I should-

No what are you thinking?! You are here for business! I scold myself. Considering that she is here, she must be a businesswoman too. I take a calming breath. I open my phone to distract myself. I hear an announcement for everyone to get seated.

I start walking towards a table while looking at my phone when suddenly I crash into someone. I hold that person's hand to prevent them from falling. I feel the soft skin and look up to see its her. My breath hitches as I look at her face. Her eyes. They are the most beautiful shade of caramel. I notice her looking at me too. Suddenly she looks away and says something. It was inaudible. She looks back at me with an angry expression and snatches her hand away. I realise I was still holding it.

"What are you looking at?" she says snapping her fingers in front of me. Huh?! " Gosh why do they allow such creeps inside" she says frustrated and my anger rises. "Excuse me woman. I am not a creep. You were going to fall and that's why I held your hand" I say in a hard voice. "And whose fault is that?" she retorts. I know its mine but like hell I will accept defeat from her. First she intoxicates my mind by her looks and now her voice. I feel frustrated by my own behavior and her accusing me of being a creep adds fuel to the raging inferno.

"A normal person would've said thank you" I say with a smirk and take a step towards her. She tilts her head back a bit. She is tall but no match for me. Her eyes go to my lips as she gulps. I notice the rapid rise and fall of her chest as her breathing turns hard. The sight making me want to inch closer but I resist the urge. " But you are quite feisty aren't you?" I say with my hands in my pocket. Her eyes look at my arm for a second before she looks up.

I maintain eye contact as she looks up. A spark in her eyes. Only if looks could kill, I would be dead. "Does this really work for you or are you really that obnoxious and self-conceited?" she says harshly. I go to respond but before I could say something she says , " Don't even try. I know the likes of you." She says with distate and tries to walks away. I stand there for a second processing what just happened. How dare she talk to me like that!

I grab her wrist and she turns to me with a menacing look.  Her fire somehow rousing the beast in me. I pull her towards me and her other hand falls on my shoulders. My eyes rake over her face absorbing her beauty. She tries to pull her hand out of my grasp but my grip is strong but not enough to hurt. Her fist clenches my shirt as I lean towards her. The sweet smell of her perfume makes me heady. My senses spiral out of control. 

I click my tongue. " Do you even know who I am?" I whisper in her ear. My voice hoarse. I feel her racing pulse from her wrist in my hand clearly showing how much I affect her. The grip on my shirt tightens as she takes a deep breath. She doesn't say anything for a few seconds. I am about to step back in victory when what she does next takes me off the hook.

She laughs. She fucking laughs. What the hell is so funny?

" Ghajini ho kya?" she asks with scoff. What the-

" Or do you maybe have Alzheimers or Dementia? Because what kind of person doesn't know who they are?" she laughs.  She uses my state of shock as an advantage and removes her wrist from my grasp. "You should get that checked you know." she says with a sweet voice and an innocent face. She walks away leaving me dumbfounded. I scowl at her pettiness and leave to join Laksh.

I go to the table where Laksh is sitting talking to another man whom I recognize to be Dev Mittal. I nod in acknowledgement and turn to Laksh. "Who was the woman you were talking to?" I ask him stoically. He looks confused and then it clicks him. "Oh her? That's Isha Di" I furrow my eyebrows. Isha who now? He laughs at my expression and says " She is Ishani Agnihotri the-"

"CEO of Lasya fashion" I complete.

Ishani Agnihotri

Just hearing her name makes me feel something. Her name screams power. Just like her.

Ofcourse its her. The biggest name in the fashion industry of India. My sister's idol. Ofcourse it's fucking her. I chuckle.

I turn and look at her sitting at a table focusing on the presentation going on and completely ignoring the man beside her who is trying to engage her in a conversation. After a few seconds she glares at him and he shuts up. 

She has fire in her. I think as a dark smile graces my lips. Oh how I would love to put it out , I smirk.

Oh MsAgnihotri. You should not have spoken to me like that. This is going to be so much fun. How I would love to ruin you....

I hope you liked this chapter.

Ayansh has finally found the girl with the bracelet. But what about Ishani? What does she think of him?

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