Esha Malhotra stared out of the glass window of the luxury hotel suite, her sharp eyes tracing the Mumbai skyline. Her perfectly manicured fingers drummed against her glass of wine, her mind far from the sparkling view. Behind her, the man she had agreed to call her "boyfriend" approached, but she barely flinched. She never cared for titles, much less for the man.
"Esha," he murmured, his hands snaking around her waist, pulling her close. His touch felt like a violation.
"Stop," she warned, her voice cold as ice, detaching herself from his grip. But his arrogance matched hers-he didn't listen. His hands grew more insistent, and before she knew it, the situation turned ugly. His forceful grip tightened, and fury flashed in her eyes
"Come on isn't this all you wanted"he said and tried to remove her dress.it was the moment he decided to leave the world.
In a swift, calculated movement, Esha grabbed the champagne bottle from the table and smashed it against his head. Blood spurted as he stumbled back, crashing to the floor. A few moments later, he was motionless.Due to the force she hit him.
The blood splattered on her face to
She looked down at the lifeless body with a sense of detachment. No guilt, no remorse-just annoyance at the mess
"Ewww"she said seeing the blood on her beautiful face and went to wash it off.
Esha calmly reached for her phone, dialing her father. "Papa," she said in a composed voice, "I need you to handle something. Send the usual cleanup crew. I'm at the Taj, suite 1203."
Her father's gruff voice on the other end gave a slight sigh, but there was no surprise. Esha's father was used to his daughter's whims and disasters. He shielded her from the world, covering up every mistake, big or small.
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The heavy glass doors of *Singhania Enterprises* swung open as *Rudra Singhania* strode through, his presence sending a cold wave of fear through the office. Everyone stopped, their backs stiffened, eyes averted, knowing better than to make even the slightest mistake in his line of sight.
The building itself was a reflection of its CEO-sharp, towering, impenetrable. The marble floors gleamed under the harsh lights, and the air was thick with tension. Executives scrambled out of his way, whispering to one another as he passed by, afraid of being the next target of his wrath.
Rudra's expression was unreadable, his dark eyes focused, calculating his next moves. His reputation as a ruthless businessman was well-earned. Deals were won, empires were built, and competitors were destroyed under his leadership. There was no room for mercy, no tolerance for mistakes. To work under Rudra Singhania was to live in constant fear, knowing one misstep could end everything.
He reached his office-an expansive room with floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city. His assistant hurriedly followed behind him, hands shaking as she handed over a stack of documents.
"The merger," she stammered, "is complete, sir. The other company agreed to your terms."
Rudra took the papers without so much as a glance at her, his mind already on his next move. The power in this city belonged to him, and everyone knew it. The only thing that made him pause was the thought of *Ehaan Malhotra*.
That cocky, arrogant prince was a thorn in his side. Ehaan's recklessness and toxic attitude disgusted him, but Rudra couldn't ignore the threat Ehaan posed-not just to him, but to his company. And if there was one thing Rudra couldn't stand, it was someone thinking they could play on his level.
But Ehaan was more than just an enemy in the business world. He was personal.
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Meanwhile, at a private underground racing circuit hidden away in the outskirts of Mumbai, *Ehaan Malhotra* was in his element. The roar of engines, the smell of burning rubber, and the blinding lights were his sanctuary. He thrived in chaos, in the thrill of danger, where nothing mattered but winning. This was his domain, where he could show the world who he truly was-untouchable.
Ehaan leaned against his car, a wicked grin on his face as he watched the crowd gather around him, their eyes filled with admiration and envy. His phone buzzed in his pocket, and he glanced down at the screen. A message from his father's lawyer. They'd covered up the latest mess he'd caused. Again.
He couldn't help but laugh. It was so easy. Too easy. No consequences, no regrets. He was invincible, and the world belonged to him. Unlike Rudra, Ehaan didn't need to play by the rules. He was the son of one of the richest men in the city, and he could buy his way out of any situation.
"You've got five minutes," a voice called out, breaking his thoughts. Another race was about to start, but this time, Ehaan wasn't interested.
He flicked his cigarette to the ground, grinding it out under his shoe. "Not today," he said lazily, pushing off the car. He didn't need to prove himself tonight. His mind was elsewhere-on the man he hated most.
*Rudra Singhania*.
It wasn't enough that Rudra had the reputation, the respect, and the influence. It wasn't even about business anymore. It was about power, dominance. And no matter how much everyone feared Rudra, Ehaan would never bow to him. Not now, not ever.
Where Rudra lived in cold, calculated control, Ehaan thrived in chaos. His temper, his arrogance, his utter disregard for consequences were what made him dangerous. Rudra played by the rules of the corporate world, but Ehaan? He made his own rules.
As Ehaan climbed into his car, ready to leave the race track behind, his phone buzzed again. This time, it was from his twin sister *Esha*.
"Cleaning done. Heading to work," the message read.
Ehaan smirked. He admired Esha. She was as cold-hearted and ruthless as they came, and together, they were unstoppable.
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*Esha Malhotra* walked through the doors of her company which her dad told esha and ehaan to handle. like a queen entering her palace. Her heels clicked against the polished floor, her designer outfit flawless, her posture commanding attention without even trying. She was untouchable, feared and admired in equal measure.
Her employees scrambled to impress her, knowing one wrong move could cost them their careers. But to Esha, they were nothing more than pawns in her game. She didn't care about their loyalty or admiration. All she cared about was power-and how to wield it.
She strolled into her office, the aftermath of the morning's bloodshed already forgotten. The man who had dared to cross her lay dead, his body now a problem for her father to deal with. Esha didn't flinch at the memory. She never regretted a decision. That was for the weak.
Her phone buzzed, and she glanced at the notification. Ehaan. He was always checking in on her, not out of concern, but because they were partners in this twisted, ruthless game of survival. They were twins, bound by blood, power, and the shared understanding that the world was theirs for the taking.
As she sat down at her desk, her mind drifted to *Rudra*. She had been obsessed with him for years.
Her phone buzzed again, this time with updates from her team. Projects were moving forward, deals were being secured, and the empire she was building continued to grow. But none of that mattered right now.
Esha's gaze drifted to the window, her mind consumed with thoughts of Rudra, Ehaan, and the dark games they all played. The Malhotras and the Singhanias were on a collision course, and when they finally clashed, it would be nothing short of catastrophic.
In the end, there would be only one winner.
And Esha would do anything to make sure it was her.
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Twin Inferno
Romance"Even love is a deadly game when twins esha and ehaan decided to play, your either theirs,or forever damned in the twisted desire,your soul is forever slammed." Esha malhotra An enchanting princess with a smile that makes you think she is a angel sh...
