𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐀𝐫𝐜𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬 | 𝟏𝟖+

𝟏𝟒. Race

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The book will run in 2 days gap now, im so sorry for inconvenience but as i wasnt at home. I haven't written new chapters yet.
Once stck is 10 chapters ahead, the book will again run at 1 day gap rate. Don't worry im on work to write new chapters as fast as i can ! Sorry and thank you for giving chance to this book.

And to old readers, dont worry our aakarsh is as before only bas thoda sa rude hai, just have little patience. If it wont be rude. Then enemies to lovers ya rivalry vala feel ache se nahi aayega.
I really hope u understand and dont judge him so soon.
🙏🙏

Jab galat hota hai character i do say as i mentioned about Rudransh & Ishaan.
But our Aakarsh isnt like that, believe me.

Chapter 14 Race

Ikshita pov

The bass inside Inferno Royale kept shaking the walls like a heartbeat gone wild, but my eyes weren’t on the strippers climbing poles or on the piles of white dust lining tables in velvet trays—no, they froze on something far worse.
On him.

My brother.

Ishaan Singhania, the so-called gentleman who could charm a courtroom with his smile, was currently pinned against a wall in the darker corner of the club, mouth devouring a girl who was definitely not behaving like some saint. Her moans were echoing above the music, her body curled around him like she was made of silk and honey, and Ishaan—my brother—was gripping her thigh, kissing her like he’d forgotten the entire universe.

I froze. Shreya beside me gasped. Aaliya’s jaw fell open. And my fury… oh, my fury rose like wildfire inside my chest.

“Are you—are you serious right now?” I muttered under my breath, but loud enough that both Shreya and Aaliya stumbled back with wide eyes.

Before they could hold me, I stomped forward, my heels clicking against the marble floor, pushing past men with cigars, women with champagne glasses, and the whole thick smell of smoke and sweat. I didn’t care who stared. I didn’t care who whispered. All I cared about was that my brother was here, drunk on lust, while our family name—our empire—was on the line.

“BHAIYAAAAAAAAA!” I hissed, my voice sharp as a knife.

He froze mid-groan, his hand still clutching the girl’s waist, his lips still swollen, when he turned his head and saw me. His girlfriend—Eva I got to know about her name, when he moaned no no no hissed out her name, that’s what her name was—looked at me with narrowed, mocking eyes, like she enjoyed this chaos.

“Well, well, little sister,” Ishaan drawled, smirking like the devil himself caught red-handed yet shameless. “Didn’t expect to see you in a place like this. Welcome to Inferno Royale. Want me to buy you a drink?”

“I also didnt expect you to be here, and…” I gaze from top to bottom on eva, making her glare back at me, ohh kitty cat, your small eyes can't even drill a hole in me. Poor her.

“Im here to race sis, come on good girls arent meant to be places like this” he said and i arched a brow at him.

“Sadly your sister doesn't come under the GOOD girls tag bhaiyuuu” i muttered, putting double hyphens on the goog girls words while speaking with my fingers.