he never believed in love, she never understood love what happens when they're put together by the destiny?
Rudraksh Malhotra is one of the top youngest businessman in India. Ruthless, arrogant, ambitious, fierce. Workaholic by nature. He gets ever...
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RUDRAKSH'S POV
I see red. I don't think I have ever felt this rage. It's blinding anger. It makes me want to kill people, which I will, specifically two people, her mother and father, they don't deserve that title. They don't even qualify to be called humans, I don't like humans in general but they stoop to the lowest level possible. They tortured her, physically, mentally, verbally, emotionally any way possible.
Last night when she told me everything, all seem to make sense. I understood her so much better. I hate that she had to go through all that, that there was no safe place for her in her childhood. She never deserved any of it, she's so pure and beautiful in and out. Right now, we, me and Aarav are on our way to pay her so called parents a visit. If they think they can miss with my wife and I will leave them unharmed, they are wrong. I told everyone in the family. Because more than me, she deserves a loving family. A mother, a father, someone she can rely on without expecting to return something back. She needs a family.
There's no doubt, I will be there to pick her up, if she fall, which she won't because I won't let her, but I want her to experience everything that she deserves. She was scared that everyone will pity her, sympathies and it's fair to think like that, but I reassured her that nothing like that will happen, my family isn't like that, we support each other in bad times.
I stare out the window, my mind consumed with thoughts of revenge. I feel a sense of purpose, a determination to make things right. I won't let them get away with what they did to her. As we pull up to the familiar house, a sense of satisfaction washes over me. This time we aren't here under the pretence of a social visit. This time, they will get what they deserve. We step out of the car, our eyes fixed on the house in front of us. I can feel the tension in the air, the anticipation of what is to come. We walk towards the front door, our footsteps echoing on the path.
I knock on the door, my knuckles rapping against the wood with a harsh sound. I hear footsteps inside, the sound of hurried whispers, and then the door slowly creaks open. I tell the staff to inform Ranveer, I will wait for him in his office. As I step into Ranveer's office, my eyes take in the surroundings. Dark wood paneling, a large desk in the center of the room, and comfortable leather chairs. It exudes a sense of power and authority. I take a seat, my mind set on the task at hand.
I wait, my fingers drumming on the armrest of the chair as I bide my time. Finally, the door to the office opens and Ranveer walks in, his expression already showing signs of irritation. When he sees me sitting on his chair, his jaw clenches. "What're you doing here Rudraksh?" He questions.
"I think you messed with the wrong person." I say, standing up from my place, "you mess with my wife, you mess with me." Aarav closes the door behind him. I punch him and he falters back. Aarav pushes him into a chair. And he ties him, the man thinks he can fight us, but Aarav punches him in the back of his head and then proceeds to bind him with the chair as he tries to gain composure. Ranveer struggles against the ropes, his eyes burning with anger. "You can't do this to me," he fumes. "Do you have any idea who I am?"
