Broken I

22

ARNA

He crossed his line. Poor boy!

"Ennaku enna nadakuthu ney puriyala!" Aryan hollered, looking at the Mac screen. He was tense, running his hands through his hair.

I watched his face with a smirk, hidden behind my facade of worry.

"Enna mandaiyai vedikuthu," he said, pacing around his cabin.

It should, Aryan! It should burst. You dared to cross my line, didn't you ? How dare he talk about my husband like that ?

I obliterated his ten crore project as a token of hate for what he did. Because he dared!

Fucking dared to cross my line.

How could he ? No one has the right to defy my commands. No one should even think about it. No one ever will. Absolutely no one.

"Relax, Aryan," I said, sitting in his chair.

"Papa, it's ten crores!" he exclaimed.

"Come on, Aryan, just ten! What if it's a hundred ?" I asked, trying to act as if I was being a good girl.

"Enna loosu maari pesura ?" he hollered, slamming his hand on the table, causing papers to fly.

He should cease his pretense of heroism; in my eyes, he will never attain such a status. Every action he undertakes seems to veer into the realm of error.

Indeed, the phrase 'morally grey' often fails to capture the depths of his misdeeds.

"Positive va yosinu solren," I said, typing on his Mac, pretending to search for the project I had cleared without any dust.

"Eppidi, Arna ?" he sighed, sitting in front of me.

"Ellam mindset then, Aryan. Just think: if it were a hundred-crore project, what would have happened ?" I asked, giving him a pitying look.

"Athuvum correct than," he nodded.

"Athu nala enna soldren, ennala mudinja alavuku na yarunu kandupudikuren. Nee worry pannatha. Seriya ? Po poi Sam-aa pathutu va, cool aava," I said.

"Project erase aanathu kooda prechana illa, Papa... Athu rival kaiku ponathu than kadupa irukka," he whispered under his breath.

Didn't I anticipate this ? What ignites your irritation, Aryan ?

Revel in it.

Revel, because you've just prodded the wrong nerve.

Now, relish it.

Initially, erasing the project seemed fitting, but then I recognized the opportunity to truly provoke him. And so, yes, I dispatched it to his rival. Now, my brother can savor the full extent of his defeat.

Mission successfully accomplished.

I have no vengeance toward anyone. I don't harbor hatred. I speak my mind. I don't conceal my feelings. Aryan dared to cross the line even after I told him not to talk about my husband.

I don't like it.

What kind of behavior is that ?

What did he say ? Billionaire ? Just a shit of papers. I can destroy his whole company into ashes if I think.

Aryan is a billionaire. What does ten crore going to do him ?

Nothing.

"Seri, vidu en athaiyae nenachutu irukka... Po poi juice koodi... Next project-a paru," I said.

"Unaku puriyala, Arna," he said.

Even you didn't understand what I said yesterday, Aryan. Everyone will understand only when it comes to them my so called brother.

"Appo, yaruku puriyumo, avangaluku sollu na, kelamburen," I said, taking my phone to leave.

"Hey, okaru di... nee vera... Ennaku nee mattum than irukka," he said.

"Aryan," a female voice entered the cabin.

Vanta loosu

"Don't you have any sense, Monika ? Kathava thatitu varanu kooda theriyatha ?" Aryan hollered, but her gaze was on me.

Monika, Aryan's family friend. A spoiled brat. Money, rich parents, boys.

Simply waste.

She was dressed in short pencil skirt and crop top. Only one word - disgusting.

"Ava en anga okanthu irukka ?" she asked irritably, seeing me seated in his seat.

I voluntarily crossing my legs before her to provoke her further. She's just a piece of shit that Aryan is handling, but

I don't like to handle shits-I just ignore them.

"Monika, first nee veliya po... Nanga oru mukkiyamana vishiyam discuss pannitu irukkom," he said, while I opened his drawer and took a chocolate he kept for me and Sam.

He usually has it in his drawer, knowing we both are unpredictable. So, he uses them to convince us sometimes.

Of course, he's a billionaire. He has some brains that work, rarely.

"Avala patha appidi theriyala," she said, looking at me, her eyes trying to burn me.

Can a matchstick stop a wildfire ?

Loosu.

Aryan looked at me while I licked the KitKat.

"Na unkitta aprom soldren, first nee ippo kelambu," Aryan urged.

"Ama, kelambu, kathu varatum," I added.

"Mothala avala anga irunthu po sollu," she said, looking at me angrily.

I got up while Aryan tried to stop me, but I walked to the couch and sat on it.

"See, Ms. Shit! My aura will never leave me. The chair isn't aura. It's me," I said, crossing my legs.

"Yara pathu shit nu soldra ?" she asked, fuming.

"It's you, fool," I said in an Italian accent.

"Aryan," she fake cried before him, while I rolled my eyes.

"Monika, please get out! I will talk to her," he responded.

"Apo kooda enathan po soldra la ?" she wiped her fake tears while storming her foot as she exited.

Aryan turned towards me while I licked the KitKat again and enjoyed its taste.

"Eppo da vanguna ?" I asked, while he shook his head in disbelief.

"Ethuku di avala appidi pesura ?" he asked.

"Ama, periya iva ava... Po... poi sollu. I am Arna, even destruction will step back hearing my name. Avala ellam unaku than summa vitruken,"

"Why so much violence, Papa ?" he asked, walking to his chair and pulling open his drawer.

"Not as much as you, bro," I mocked, while he gave me a knowing smile.

He forwarded a lollipop, and I took it.

"Thank you," I said, blinking my eyes.

"Entha serupu, Papa, left or right ?" he asked like an innocent.

"Edu than paru," I challenged.

"So much arrogance, di nee," he said playfully, hitting my head.

"Thanks ellam sollatha, okay va ?" he asked.

"Okay illa," I said.

"Yen ?"

"Double okay man. Unaku Evan respect tharuvan," I mocked.

He shook his head, a smile playing on his lips.

"Ena thaavara yarum illanu sonnen la, paru un favorite vanthuta poi paru," I teased.

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