Bookship with Devil

Chapter 5 :- [Dark clouds of Past]

Nihar pov :

They say females are the most innocent and Idiot human beings in the skin of a lover they are blind foolish and when they become wives they are slaves of their man. They are nothing just an object in the human form.

" Sir it's our time to get underground Because her father has already appointed investigators and officers" said my assistant while I took a sip on my whiskey and smirked.

" Let's head out we will talk on the way without wasting our time" I said standing up and straightening my coat before heading out from the parking lot.

Walking on the streets I told my next move to my assistant. "Sir unfortunately we can't go to your banglow it already has been sealed and even if we break in its highly risky " He yapped and I didn't pay any attention to him

Nihar Rathore who was the richest man in the country has to walk on the streets and nor does he has a fucking roof on his head but-

Before I could finish someone crashed into me making me lose my balance and my hand got scraped by a sharp object I don't know what that was but it was sharp enough to make my hand bleed.

" Oww- Sir- I'm really sorry my attention was somewhere else are you okay? Sir? I think you are bleeding" a soft voice said and I looked up my anger melted the second I saw her fair skin without any black mark or scar her skin she was perfect and maybe sensitive-

Before my thoughts can proceed deeper she helped me to sit on the bench tending my scratch and after apologising again she left in hurry without telling me her name.

" I think you know what I want you to do now" I said looking at my assistant excepting him to reply but he nodded his head

" If you don't know how to speak I can gadly chop off your tongue." I said glaring at him

" Yes..Sir I will keep an eye on her." He replied and I nodded my head in satisfaction.

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Author's Pov :-

"Sir, I wanted to caution you that the incident from six years ago should not recur, as it may lead to further complications."

"How can I erase the memory of that day?" Nihar muttered, a rare crack appearing in his normally impenetrable demeanor.

*Seven Years Ago*

At 24 years old, Nihar was the proprietor of Rathore's Business Administration, but a particular day in his life revealed a harsh reality he had to confront.

Taara Agarwal, his assistant, had captivated him beyond mere love; he was utterly obsessed with her and desired to keep her exclusively for himself, no matter the cost, wanting to possess her completely.

However, when he lost control and kissed her aggressively at the office, she resisted him, despite gradually developing feelings for him.

He refused to release his grip on her, prompting her to flee and submit her resignation letter the very next day.

He vowed, "Taara, I'll never let you go; my love for you is unconditional, and living without you is unimaginable," his eyes fixed on her photograph as he gently outlined her face with his finger, a faint smile softening his features.

Meanwhile, Taara lay on her couch, gazing up at the ceiling, yearning for Nihar's love, yet his fixation on her was causing her to have doubts.Exhaustion overcame her, causing her to drift into a deep sleep on the couch without realizing it.

Nihar saw lights in her apartment turn on, then he gets out of his car, taking the stairs to her floor. He knocks softly on her door, the bouquet of roses still in his hand. When there's no answer, he knocks again, louder this time. However, she failed to respond.