#2 𝐨𝐟 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐔𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬
To all the people who thought no one could read their masked emotions.
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"GET. THE. FUCK. OUT. OF. MY. HOUSE." The heavy voice of Abhishek Malhotra echoed in...
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"Should have shot him there and then," Rudransh spoke as he slumped on the couch in my cabin.
"That wouldn't have been fun." I sat on my chair and brought my focus back to him. Killing that bastard Kashyap would be an easy go.
He should know with whom he has tried to mess with. He should know who he BETRAYED.
My rage was dripping when I saw that marks on her but it added fuel when I realized that he even dared to think of betraying me.
"What you'll do then?" Rudransh voiced fully engrossed in his mobile phone.
I lit my cigarette and took a huge puff as a calm feeling settled in me.
What I will do? Hm. I will make him BEG.
"I will make him beg," I spoke my thoughts and his head jerked to me while he chuckled.
"I have already withdrawn the contract, bought his company, put him in jail for sleepless nights and in no time his family will be out of money," I added and looked at me with disbelief.
"You did this for Shreya?" He asked with a sinister smirk and I knew the reason of it. Why would I do this for her? Never. Her father made a contract he double-crossed and now he suffers.
Simple. There is no HER.
"What? Why would I do it for her?" I took another puff as I leaned on the table to know Mr Raichand's miscalculated thoughts about my actions.
"According to my report, You were in rage because you saw fingerprints on her arms and then everything happened." He is correct. My blood started to boil, my chest stiffened when I saw fingerprints on her white milky arms.
And that was because she is my responsibility. A mere responsibility.
"She is my responsibility. And hurting her would hamper my reputation." I shrugged my shoulder in his response while taking a puff but that bastard snugged with a chuckle.
Asshole.
I dug myself into the files of the Kashyap Industries only to see that buying it would literally create us some profit in expanding our business.
