The Innocent Angel Vs The Ruthless Devil

CHAPTER - 9

Monday Morning

Rajeev's POV

I was in my cabin, leaning back and reflecting on the weekend's events. Typically, I spent weekends tackling the least demanding tasks, but this one had been different. Piyush and Vikram had dragged me out for clubbing, an unusual occurrence since they usually relented when I refused to join them. After our last encounter at my penthouse, they were determined to keep me cool and my anger in check. Hence, I found myself at a club called "Nightingale" with them. Surprisingly, I had a blast. We emptied several bottles of wine, and I watched Piyush dancing and flirting with different women throughout the night.

However, Sunday brought me back to my usual routine. I visited the training grounds, the place where I had honed my skills to become what I am today. My thoughts were interrupted by a scream of pain as my cousin Kabir was whipped for missing a shot. The punishment for a single mistake here was harsher than the training itself. I observed my other cousins, who were struggling to stay alive. My cousin Anamika had passed out in a corner, while Vatsal and Ranveer were desperately trying to catch their breaths. I felt a mix of emotions—pity for their suffering and delight because it confirmed that none of them were real competitors.

None of my cousins wanted the position of "Sarkar." I could have helped them escape this training hell by informing the elders about their opinions and suffering. But the Lucifer in me didn't want to. That part of me relished their suffering, ensuring that the legacy members would have no choice but to accept me as the one and only "Sarkar."

With these thoughts, I lazily leaned back in my CEO chair, an evil laugh echoing in my head. My reverie was cut short when Piyush burst into my office with a file in his hand. I stood up from my power seat and glared at him, asking, "Did you forget your manners at home, or have you never learned them?"

Piyush shrugged off my question and started blabbering, "Dude, that woman from the club, remember? She's calling me nonstop, asking for a date." I remained silent, giving him a cold look. He continued, "You know me, dude. I don't do dating and all that. I just flirt and say sweet things, but I'm not interested in those women."

When he hoped for an answer, I kept quiet and cold, frustrating him. He yelled, "I'm asking you something, dude! Answer me!" If this behaviour had come from any other employee, they would have faced severe consequences. But this was Piyush. I controlled myself and answered calmly, "When you don't answer my question, I'm not inclined to answer yours."

Piyush sighed and mockingly said, "Sorry, Rajeev. I'll make sure to knock next time before entering my handsome boss's cabin." I glared at him, and he raised his hands in surrender, saying, "I'm just teasing, but you can expect that I'll do what you want next time."

I nodded and replied, "You have two options: either meet or talk to her and tell her you're not interested in what she wants or simply block her number."

Piyush pondered my answer and said, "Thanks, man. I'll think about what you said," before leaving my office. Knowing Piyush, I was sure he would choose the second option.

After he left, I relaxed in my seat, leaning my head back and thinking about the marriage issue. Just as I was about to close my eyes, a knock on the door disturbed me. I raised my head to see Piyush peeking in like a child.

"What do you want now?" I asked him.

He smiled and said, "I think you're in a good mood. Though there's no smile on your face, I can see it in your eyes. I just want to say that I want you to stay happy."

With that, he left, and I couldn't help but smile at his concern.

Riya's POV

I stood outside the director's office at my university, my heart pounding in my chest. The anticipation was gnawing at me; I had no idea how the university officials would react to my situation. With a mix of hope and anxiety, I waited for Mr. Viraj Mehta, our university director, known to everyone as "Mr. Unforgiving." After an hour of waiting, the director's assistant finally called my name, saying Mr. Mehta was ready to see me. Trembling slightly, I stood up and made my way to the door, knocking gently before entering.