Seductive Manipulator

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Chapter 7 :

Anika's POV continues

I was shocked would be underrated to say. I was beyond shocked. The lines that followed in the contract, read,

I, Anika Roy Chowdhury,

1. Agree to this contract marriage which terminates after one year.

2. Agree to be his wife officially and accept him officially as my husband.

3. Agree to submit myself to Mr. Arnav Rai Mehrotra without any issue.

4. Agree to let him control me however he wants and I won't protest.

5. Agree to let him do whatever he wants to do with me.

6. Agree to never protest or complain.

7. Agree to stay within the limits he sets.

8. Agree to never disclose the information about this contract to anyone.

9. Agree to bear the punishments for the mistakes I have made.

10. Agree to not get involved in infidelity.

These were the terms and conditions he wanted me to agree to? Was he serious?

Holding onto the file tightly, I turned towards him.

"What the fuck does this mean Arnav?", I don't care if I addressed him without honorifics. My voice was loud and my breaths were heavy. I was flummoxed, but most of all, furious.

He opened his eyes and sat up straight.
Rolling up his sleeves, he faced me,
"It's the contract you're gonna sign now".

He replied as if it was about signing a child's school diary.

I groaned, "Mr. Rai Mehrotra, for your fucking kind information, I ain't agreeing to this marriage. Get it signed by some random fangirl of yours. I am Anika Roy Chowdhury. I don't work on other's orders. I make others work on my orders", I replied gritting my teeth but before I could stand up properly, his next words froze me.

"You know Dhruv Singhania?"

How could I not know him? He was that unforgettable part of my life.

But how did he know him?

I sat back before facing him with a frown, "Why are you asking that?"

His stoic face just remained like that.

"Answer me Anika. Do.you.know.him?"

"Yes I do. He's...someone close to me. But how's he related to this?"

A ghostly smirk touched his lips before it vanished.

"He is. Everything that's happening is because of him or say, for him", he replied. His voice laced with fury was clearly visible. I noticed the veins in his neck popping up and his clasped hands tightened.

How was Dhruv related to this?

"Can you be clear Mr. Rai Mehrotra?"

"Will you be able to take it Ms. Roy Chowdhury?", he questioned back.

"It doesn't matter. You've brought this up so I need answers. How's he related to this?"

He smirked.

"He's Dhruv Rai Mehrotra. Son of Neha Rai Mehrotra and Niraj Rai Mehrotra. Their youngest son, and my younger brother", he replied.

The ground from under my feet slipped away. My eyes widened, I felt my heart thumping hard against my ribcage. I never thought he'd happen to be a Rai Mehrotra. He actually never introduced himself like that. I was told that his father was an industrialist and mother a writer. He never talked about any siblings and I never pressed onto the matter.