Mr. Lucifer Ms. Princess

59.

Author's narrative

Time seemed to have passed by in a jiffy, and it's been more than six months since Amayra has returned to the country and started working in the Singhania Office. She was still staying in the mansion while Abhimanyu still stayed in his penthouse.

Today, however was a very important day for the company and it's future. It was the day that Abhimanyu despised. He was a man that craved, lived in, and breathed power. And today, it was going to be snatched from him.

In front of his very own eyes.

"Fuck off!"

The person who knocked on his office door almost recoiled at his tone.

Deathly. Raging. Murderous.

"Sir, it's about time." Abhimanyu slammed the paper weight on the glass table, making it shatter into millions of peices. He took a moment to calm himself as he closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Finally, he stood up from his swivel chair, buttoned his coat, and walked towards the conference room.

Everyone inside could practically feel the dark clouds looming over his head. They knew he was pissed, and they knew how to behave.

"Where's he?!" He snarls, taking a seat on the head table present. The employees were looking at each other, as usual, communicating through their eyes.

The door opened, and a man stepped inside. Tall, brooding, muscular. A bodyguard. Everyone looked at him until someone else occupied their attention.

A wine colored suit. Rolex. Hair styled to perfection. Confident gaze. Poker face.

"Good Morning gentlemen, this is Amayra Miraya Singhania, taking charge-" she stared directly into Abhimanyu's eyes and spoke emotionlessly.

"As the Co-Chairperson of Singhania Group of Industries."

Silence.

The anger in Abhimanyu's eyes vanished, leaving him shocked. Flabbergasted. His fists clenched as tried to school his expression. Every single person there stayed silent, looking at her, analyzing, judging.

"And the new Co-CEO of this company." Her eyes were calm, her demeanor confident, and she was the only female that sat at the conference table which contained the shareholders of the company.

She came forward, her strides purposeful and confident as she extended her hand towards Abhimanyu. He admired the person he saw at that moment, the person he couldn't ever see grow up. The person who hates him. The person who was the sole reason he existed.

"Bhai?" Amayra's voice had reached his ears while he was working on the designs of his new product.

"Yes Meera?" He didn't look away from his notebook. He could feel her rounding his chair to look at the designs.

"Wow!" He smiled at her awe. He felt smug and proud. It's not everyday your younger sibling appreciates you, after all.

"Your work is so perfect." He shook his head. "It's not perfect until you have the perspective of looking at it." In his perspective, it was far from perfect.

"I want to do this someday," she mused, her expression curious and interested.

Not only did she do it, but here she was, standing in front of him, her head held high and in her hands, the power that only he could rival.

The only one equivalent to his authority.

At least in this company.

He brought his hand forward and shook it firmly, realizing that it was the first time she let him have any physical contact with her since she came back.