Niharika Verma is a stunning semi-classical dancer who wants nothing more than to travel the world, but the shackles of her dreadful past keep her grounded. On the other end, Asia's well-known businessman and CEO of Rajvanshi Industries, "The Maanve...
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Author's POV :-
A car came to a stop outside ruins in the forest. The entire area was gathered by guards wearing the same black uniform with the MVR logo visible.
A guard stepped forward, unlocked the car's front door, and Maanveer stepped out sporting opulent sunglasses, a grey suit with a white shirt, and diamond-studded Gucci shoes.
There was nobody looking at him at the moment because of his intense aura. The guard shut the door and made his way to open the door on the opposite side when Maanveer suddenly stopped him.
He opened the car door by himself by moving to the other side. He extended his hand, and Niharika took it, beaming in that pink suit.
Taking his hand, she emerged from the car. He wrapped his arms around her waist and they entered together.
All of the guards were taken aback when they saw him open the car door for her, but they soon realized who she was.
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Niharika was astounded by the ruins' luxurious interior as they both entered. From the outside, it appeared to be a ghost house, but upon closer inspection, it was actually a palace.
She saw a massive cage in the middle of the hallway, with a man inside, bound and his eyes closed. His body was bruised from his extreme condition. He lack the strength to stand, but the heavy shackles around his arms and feet prevented him from sitting down either.
Approaching him, Maanveer threw the entire bucket of water in his face, causing him to regain consciousness.
His expression changed as soon as he realized what was going on and saw Maanveer and Niharika.
"So, Mr. Aman Khurana, how are you feeling?" Seated on the king sofa that was there, Maanveer asked.
With a gesture of his hand, he pulled Niharika into his lap and made her sit there.
She gave him a startled look and attempted to get to her feet after realizing that there were more guards nearby, but he tightened his grip and prevented her from doing so.
"P-please, le-ave me." Aman muttered in agony.
"Yes, our purpose in coming here is to remove your permanent pass from this world." Maanveer spoke while entwining Niharika's fingers in his hand.
Niharika's entire focus was on their intertwined hands; she was not paying attention to what they were saying.
" Tell me? How should I kill you?" Maanveer inquired, leaving Aman stunned.
" Ple-ase, for-give me, I won't do anyth-ing wrong again." He attempted to speak loudly, but his pain made it difficult for him to say it clearly. " Jaan! what kind of death is appropriate for him?"He questioned Niharika, who was merely gauging the distance between their palms.
