𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐄 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐑𝐄

Chapter - 42

You affection, attention, love, anger, hatred are only for me

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DIGVIJAY 

My head is in pain. I am hardly controlling my anger. The chorus in the room is making me irritated.

“How can Mr. Rathore do this?” A man said

I snapped my head towards the owner of the voice. I came to a business event. Where so many companies participate. 

It was a very huge event and very important. If we get this project company will profit.

But a mishap happened. Before I could do anything, a rival company presented his plan in a presentation.

Before I could stop my presentation it got released on the big fat screen and everybody was shocked after looking at our work.

It was the same. Our rival company presented a project before. After that we got a chance to present and both presentations are the same even the punctuation mistakes are the same. 

There is no doubt that they stole our idea and made it happen like we stole their work.

Now people are debating who is the real culprit behind that. We both companies are present there.

Suddenly, the sponsor of the event came to me. We moved towards talking privately.

“Mr. Rathore, I know about your company. You are a very reputed  person. I know there is something behind it. I can help you get this deal but there is one condition.” that fucking Damian Galanis said

My eyebrows twisted in confusion “what condition?” I asked him, but I know he is a cunning man. His smirk is telling me. He is behind something.

“You are a very intelligent man. I like it” he patted my shoulder. I looked at his hand with my calm face. I think he wanted to die, bastard. 

“One night with your wife” I could not control myself after listening to his words. 

He fucking behind my wife. He should be gone. Without taking a minute I punched on his face. I was continuously punching this bastard.

How dare he think about her? “I will kill you bastard. How dare you think about her?” I asked him while punching in his stomach and face.

Dhruv and Rudra came to control me but I kicked him on his dick. Motherfuker. I will kill you. His bodyguard took him.

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh” I shouted so hard. How can he think about her? No, he is a threat to her. He thinks bad about her.

“I want him in my basement. NOW” I ordered them and left.

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Digvijay’s heavy footsteps echoed through the vast, empty space as he approached the trembling man tied to a steel chair in the center of the room. His face was a mixture of rage and disgust, muscles coiled with a dark fury he had never known.

The man, Damian Galanis, was the event sponsor who had dared to cross a line.    

His every word syllable ringing in his ears like a death knell. Rage had surged through him, primal and unstoppable. But he held it together, so he can kill him very brutally.

Now, Damian sat before him, sweating and terrified, the realization of his mistake dawning too late. 

"You thought you could buy my wife?" Digvijay’s voice was low, barely above a growl, but it carried the weight of a thousand unspoken threats. His hand gripped the steel pipe he had picked up on his way in. "You thought you could think about her like she’s something to trade?"