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Chapter 2 – A Chance Encounter at Opulent Oasis
Rudraksh Singh Oberoi
I leaned back in my chair, rubbing my temple as my mother’s voice droned through the phone.
"Rudraksh, I don’t care how busy you are. Layla is complaining that you don’t even make time to call her. Is this how you’re going to treat your fiancée?"
"Yeah, Mom. I’m coming back after a day," I replied with a sigh, my patience wearing thin.
I had been in India for the past ten days for work, and in those ten days, my marriage with Layla Fernandez had been fixed. A deal, not a relationship. Her mother, Olivia, had proposed a lucrative business merger—a multinational project worth over 1500 crores in rupees.
Layla, on the other hand, was nothing but an over-obsessed woman—whether with me or my money, I couldn’t tell. But one thing was clear: I felt nothing for her except frustration. She was the kind of woman who thrived on luxury and attention, always putting up a façade of elegance while hiding her true nature. And yet, she had somehow managed to impress my mother to the extent that saying no wasn’t an option.
"You need to give her time, Rudra. A marriage is not just a contract—"
"Mom, I have a meeting. We’ll talk later," I cut her off, ending the call before she could argue.
I exhaled sharply, pinching the bridge of my nose. My mother was too naive for this world. She didn’t see the manipulation Layla played so effortlessly.
"Sir, the meeting starts in 30 minutes. We have to leave now," my PA, Aiden, reminded me.
"Let’s go," I muttered, standing up and adjusting my suit.
Tonight, Viren Rana invited me to a club for a business meeting. I wasn’t the kind of man who frequented clubs, but when money was involved, I made exceptions. And Viren? That bastard could do anything for money and pleasure.
At Opulent Oasis
The moment I stepped into the club, the heavy scent of alcohol and perfume filled my nostrils. Music pulsed through the dimly lit space, and everywhere I looked, people were either drinking, laughing, or indulging in things best left behind closed doors.
The manager greeted me with a smirk before escorting me to the VVIP room on the third floor.
"Hello, Mr. Oberoi," Viren greeted, extending his hand.
