The Veil Of Vengeance

3. Unexpected

The next morning, sunlight peeked through the curtains of Shubman's room, casting a warm glow across his face. He stirred, waking up at precisely 6 am, his body accustomed to the early start. Stretching his arms wide, he shook off the remnants of sleep and got up from his bed.

Without wasting a second, he headed straight to the bathroom to freshen up. The cold splash of water on his face woke him up fully, sharpening his senses. He ran a hand through his hair and, feeling more awake, stepped out, ready to start his day.

Shubman made his way to his home gym. The space was sleek and modern, equipped with the latest workout machines. He grabbed a dumbbell and started his routine, focusing on each lift and curl. But midway through his workout, Sara's face flashed in his mind-the soft features, the striking eyes. He clenched his jaw in frustration, almost dropping the weight.

"Damn it," he muttered under his breath, annoyed with himself for getting distracted. He mentally reminded himself to ask his personal assistant whether he had completed the task he'd been assigned: gathering all the information about Sara Tendulkar.

Pushing those thoughts aside, Shubman finished his gym session with an intense set of push-ups, his muscles rippling under the strain. His body glistened with sweat, his well-defined abs and strong arms a testament to his disciplined lifestyle. His breathing was steady as he pushed himself to the limit, focusing on nothing but the burn.

Satisfied with his workout, Shubman returned to his room and took a quick, cold shower. The refreshing water cooled his heated skin, washing away the sweat and clearing his mind. After the shower, he stepped out and dressed in his formals- a crisp white shirt and tailored black trousers. As he stood in front of the mirror, fixing his tie with precision, a soft chime broke the silence. His phone had a new notification.

Before he could reach for his phone, there was a knock at the door. Shubman, still focused on his tie, called out coldly, "Come in."

A maid entered quietly, her head bowed slightly. She placed a cup of black coffee on the table and quickly exited the room, leaving him alone again.

Shubman picked up his phone, and a smirk tugged at the corners of his lips as he read the notification. It was the detailed information about Sara Tendulkar, just as he had requested.

He opened the file, eyes narrowing as he scanned through the details:

Name: Sara Tendulkar

Date of Birth: 12 October 1997
Age: 26
Birth Hospital: Wockhardt hospital
Education: Dhirubhai Ambani International School; UCL, London
Job: Doctor
Height: 1.65 m
Weight: 48 kg
Parents: Sachin Tendulkar, Anjali Tendulkar
Sibling: Arjun Tendulkar
Relationship Status: Single
Best Friend: Kanika Malhotra

Shubman's smirk deepened. "So, a doctor, huh?" he murmured to himself. His mind raced, formulating plans. Sara might have caught his attention, but her family remained his greatest enemy. He would find a way to use this information to his advantage-he always did.

"I will take my revenge on them, one day." he thought, his eyes darkening with determination.

He took a sip of his black coffee, savoring the bitterness as it fueled his already sharp mind. Setting the cup down, he adjusted his tie one last time, gave himself a final look in the mirror, and headed out. It was time to get to work.

With a final glance at his reflection, he adjusted his tie once more and walked out, ready to face the day-and whatever it might bring.