The Innocent Angel Vs The Ruthless Devil

CHAPTER - 6

Rajeev's POV

The next morning, I arrived at my parents' house just as Vikram had informed me. I was an hour early because I wanted to see my mom and sister, the only two women with good hearts who truly cared for me. Mom was running a slight fever, a result of her relentless work ethic. Like Dad and me, she always pushed herself to the limit. She owned her own fashion company, "The Fashion and City," which was at the pinnacle of the fashion industry. I asked Mom to take care of her health and strictly warned the maids to prepare nutritious food and attend to all her needs.

While I was giving these instructions, I felt a slap on the back of my head. It was a rare touch, one I knew belonged to the only person who dared to pull such a stunt: my little sister, Siya. I turned to see her smiling innocently at me. I couldn't help but smile back.

"Oh my God, I never knew that Rajeev Raichand, the Great, knows how to smile," Siya teased, exaggerating her words. I playfully glared at her, which only earned me another playful punch. Her innocence made me smile even more. Siya was the precious gem of our family and the most pampered one.

"You're here, Bhai. So, I guess something important is up, or maybe you finally got your brain cells back and realized you have a family," Siya said dramatically. I raised my hand to smack her head playfully, but she ran off, screaming that she was going to college. I laughed audibly at her silliness, noting the shocked expressions on the faces of the household helpers. Composing myself, I glared at them coldly, and they quickly resumed their work.

I settled into the living room, waiting to meet my dad. After some time, I heard heavy footsteps approaching. I instantly recognized them as my dad's.

As soon as Dad entered the living room, we exchanged a brief look. With a single hand gesture, he dismissed all the workers and his assistant, leaving just the two of us. I touched his feet to seek his blessings, and he placed his hand on my head, saying, "You always have our blessings, but blessings alone won't make you the 'Sarkar' of the Raichand family."

His words left me confused. "What do you mean, Paa?" I asked, breaking my usual pattern of never questioning him. I had always trusted and followed his instructions without hesitation, but this time was different. I was the only one who met the criteria to become the Sarkar of the Raichand legacy, so his statement puzzled me.

Dad looked at me with a serious expression. "If you don't get married before you're 30, the legacy members will no longer consider you for the title of 'Sarkar.'"

His answer was both shocking and infuriating. I had proven myself to the legacy members countless times, demonstrating that I was the only one capable of handling the Raichand business empire. The thought that my eligibility hinged on something as arbitrary as marriage made my blood boil.

Dad's only response was, "Find a solution." With those words, he left the room.

Frustrated, I stormed out of my parents' house, my mind seething with anger. I settled into my car, roaring the engine to life, and drove like a maniac at high speed, not knowing or caring about my destination.  I pushed the car to its limits, the engine's roar echoing my inner turmoil.

Night - 10 PM

In the gym of my private mansion, I was taking out my frustration on the punching bag. I started my workout at 7 PM, but over two hours later, my anger still hadn't faded. The events from the morning, when I visited my parents' house, kept replaying in my mind. As I recalled those moments, my rage intensified. I hit the bag with such force that it flew across the room, crashing into the wall.