BOOK ONE OF ARRANGED SERIES
Abhimanyu Singh Chauhan X Saumya (Thakur) Singh Chauhan
"I don't deserve you Abhimanyu ji, I'm not perfect, I have scars, I am a victim, leave me-------
"Shhh, I dare you to complete that, biwi ji. No one, I repeat no o...
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The tall building standing proudly in the outskirts of the city is the symbol of Abhimanyu Singh Chauhan's hardwork. It wasn't his legacy, he built it himself.
At the age of enjoying youth and living free, he was struggling with studies, indulging himself with helping his father and experiencing what the business world consists of.
He was never a normal human, according to his family, he's unique and has some extraordinary skills. When Abhimanyu took birth, the priests claimed that he was a special child and his future will be brightest.
Everything was fine, his family were proud of him achieving so much in less time. Until.... The concern of his marriage was raised.
All he would do is walk away from the conversations which involves this topic and ignore alliances like a plague.
The Royal families are desperate to hand over their daughters but no Abhimanyu had written it with a stone that he isn't going to get married soon.
The only reason is, he wants to achieve more and would never been able to look after his wife and kids.
He is still not ready to give fake promises of taking care of the wife and later break it by not giving her proper attention, also he never found any suitable woman for himself.
The spark of crush or love was never ignited.
Now that he's standing in his cabin with a mug of black coffee and staring out at the city shining under hue of sunset, through the huge glass, he feels like a true ruler. Indeed he is....
The meeting was over early and his family is attending a function of Thakurs.
What will he do all alone in mansion, so he decided to stay and supervise some pending projects.
He walked towards his table and pressed a high tech switch to call his assistant.
Putting down the mug, he leaned on his chair and before he could look at the pile of papers kept upon his table, his phone went off.
He chuckled when he saw the caller ID showing Daksh, his harami friend is already missing his presence in the wedding while tagging along with Arjun.
"Bhaiiii!!! Jaldi aaja warna aunty mujhe kachcha chaba jayengi!!!!
Daksh screamed from the other side, as soon as he picked up the call.
"What happened? Abhimanyu asked in confusion.
"Your mother called you earlier but you didn't pick up and your bastard assistant told your mother that meeting was over hours ago and you're just lazing around the office. Now she's angry and scolding me. Abbey jaldi aaja, warna bohot pitenge hum baad mein".
Daksh blabbered and Abhimanyu stiffened, he felt like all his blood went cold.
He gulped audibly and wiped the sweat out of his face.
