HIS NEED : ISHIKA The Story of Obsession and Revenge

CHAPTER 17 MADNESS

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*AUTHOR POV*

Niharika's rage was palpable as she stormed into her company's office, her heels clicking decisively against the polished floor. The weight of her recent humiliation, the mocking glances, and whispered snickers, all fed into the fire of her fury. She had never been one to take insults lying down, and today was no exception.

Striding purposefully into her manager's office, she threw open the door without bothering to knock. The manager, taken aback by her abrupt entrance, looked up from his desk with a mixture of surprise and concern.

"Niharika, what brings you here in such a state?" he asked, trying to gauge the seriousness of her mood.

Without a hint of hesitation, Niharika spoke, her voice icy and resolute. "I need you to do something for me-immediately. I want the news of my and Arjun's supposed relationship to go viral."

The manager blinked, momentarily stunned. "Viral, ma'am? Are you sure?"

Niharika's eyes narrowed, her gaze fixed firmly on him. "Absolutely. I want it everywhere. Let's see how he handles this little mess I'm about to create. He insulted me in public, and now I'll make sure he's the one feeling the heat."

Her voice carried a dark promise, each word dripping with a sense of vengeance. The manager, recognizing the gravity of her request, nodded solemnly. "I understand. I'll get right on it."

A sinister smile crept across Niharika's face, her anger morphing into a cold, calculating satisfaction. "Good. Make sure it's everywhere.

Niharika Shetani with a smile.
Arjun, you brought this upon yourself. Now, let's see how you deal with the storm you've unleashed."

With a final, menacing look, Niharika turned on her heel and left the office. Her laughter, a chilling sound of satisfaction, echoed down the hall, a clear sign of the storm she was about to unleash. As she walked away, the weight of her vengeance settled around her like a dark cloak, ready to envelop her target in its suffocating embrace.

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ISHIKA POV

In the midst of a crucial meeting, the room was alive with the hum of discussion and the flicker of focused attention. I was engrossed in the details of our project, my mind aligning with the flow of strategic plans and business decisions.

Suddenly, my phone vibrated against the surface of the conference table, breaking the rhythm of concentration.I glanced at the screen and saw Arjun's name flashing in bold letters.

The very sight of it ignited the embers of my frustration once more. His previous attempt to reach out had only intensified my anger, and I felt my patience wear thin.

I answered,"I'm busy," I cut him off abruptly, my voice firm and unyielding.

The decision was final. I would not let his interference disrupt the momentum of my meeting.

Without waiting for a response, I ended the call, the screen going dark in a decisive gesture. I returned my focus to the discussion at hand, but the echo of Arjun's call lingered in the back of my mind, a reminder of the unresolved turmoil simmering beneath the surface.

By the time the workday ended, I was at my breaking point. I had heard too many whispers, seen too many speculative headlines, and the fact that Arjun hadn't made any public statement was driving me insane.

As I packed up my things, I noticed that my phone's battery was dead and I didn't even bring the charger and power bank.Frustration bubbled up into anger.