Book 1 of Sinful Series
Aayan Kapoor- 28.Ceo of Kapoor Industries.
''He knew loving her was a sin but he himself was a devil"
Used to be sunshine boy but something drastic happened which made him ruthless and arrogant.He not only rules the business...
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We performed Dii's last rites. The Kapoors were also present, including Mr. Kapoor himself. My family was shattered, but I hadn't told them anything about the past. I know they deserve to know Dii's history, but not right now.
For the last 30 minutes, we've all been sitting in silence. Mumma, with Bhabhi's help, has been trying to console my mother. Dad, who never paid much attention to us, now seems to understand, and I can clearly see the regret in his eyes.
"Kia, drink a little water, please," Naira said, bringing the glass to my mouth while I sat there, numb.
"I don't want it," I replied, pushing the glass away, but she insisted, and I drank a little.
My eyes locked with his — those black eyes, full of hurt, while mine looked back at him with hate.
"I'm going to my room," I announced. Once there, I collapsed on my bed, staring at the ceiling, reminiscing about Dii — the bond we shared, the banter. She had sacrificed her happiness for me ever since childhood.
A knock on the door interrupted my thoughts. Maybe it's Naina Bhabhi.
"Come in," I said.
I stood up immediately when I saw who was standing in front of me.
"GET OUT!" I shouted, my voice on the verge of breaking. I didn't want to talk to him like this, but I couldn't control my emotions.
"Tigress baby," he started, but I cut him off.
"What did I tell you? Don't call me that," I snapped, pointing a finger at him as he took slow steps toward me.
"Okay, I won't. Kiana, please listen to me, love," he pleaded, every word cutting into my heart, but I held myself together.
"I don't want to," I said, stepping away.
"I want a divorce." The words clawed at my throat, and my heart ached as I said them.
"Repeat that," he demanded, his eyes darkening, his jaw clenched tight. He strode toward me, and before I could react, I was pinned to the wall.
"Repeat what you just said," he growled, his gaze piercing through me, while unshed tears glistened in his eyes.
"I. Want. A. Divorce," I said, my voice trembling.
"I'm not going to give you that," he said, his grip on my hips tightening painfully, though it was nothing compared to the hurt he had inflicted on my heart.
"You will," I replied, holding his gaze.
A single tear escaped his eye, and my heart shattered seeing him so devastated. My knees felt weak. I wanted to wipe away his tears and tell him I couldn't live without him, but I couldn't.
"HEAR ME OUT, MRS. KIANA AYAAN KAPOOR," he thundered. "I, MR. AYAAN KIANA KAPOOR, am not going to divorce you," he declared, his words loud and clear, echoing in my mind.
