Shattered (Age Gap Romance )

Chapter Five

Drishti's POV:

When I went back the next day to the office, I saw that my boss Myra was fuming. Still, heavily pregnant, the woman looked gorgeous in her pencil skirt and blouse.

"I've warned you that if you associated yourself with the Ranes, I would fire you." My boss said.

I felt the carpet shift from under my feet. "Wha-? But I didn't- He's just someone I'm acquainted with..."

Myra gave me a stiff and a cold look, like I was the dirt beneath her loboutins. "I don't care enough to listen. You're fired." She said waving me away, going back to reading her iPad.

I could feel my lips trembling and my eyes burn with tears. I couldn't believe it at all. All I remembered that last time I had met him, I had told him about how my boss has made her apologise to Raunak. Surely, he couldn't have a hand in it.

When I left the gallery, with garbage bags full of my stuff, I didn't want to go back to the house. The engine purred and I felt a rush of anger course through me. Who did he think he was? How dare he meddle in my life? Even my own dad and brother hadn't ever meddled in such a way that wrecked havoc.

Pushing back tears, I found myself driving towards his house. It was not easy to drive since the last time I came here, I came here in the dark. But yet, after a few wrong turns, blessedly I had reached his house.

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Samrat's POV:

I had thought that they'd let me breathe in peace for a while, but the vultures had begun circling. It had been a mere month after the courts had ruled in my favour.

"Your father was a visionary. Now that Sakshi Rane isn't heading the part, we would like it if you'd joined and lead us..."

The man in his 50's with a pot belly drolled on. But I felt a strange sense of disassociation wash over me. My father had been a visionary, indeed he had been. He had also been cruel and callous in the name of a man. And I had decided that I'd rather die than follow his footsteps.

My father had always been infuriated with my uncle. He believed that my uncle had snatched away his birthright. That he was a far better candidate for the Chief Minister than his nephew or niece.

"You look so much like you father-"

The words made me startle and I jolted out of my seat. The man looked at me in surprise, his mouth half open to eat the biscuit that he had dipped in his chai. Then I put on my mask and I smiled, the sinister smile that made tougher men quake in their boots.

"I'll think about it." I said, my teeth showing, giving all signs that I was a psychopath, like he thought I was. The tea cup cluttered in his hands as he stood up and shook my hand.

I was glad that he got the message and finally fumbled out of his house. One thing that I knew was that I was going to let my father's legacy, his genealogy die with me. There was no need to bring another innocent life into this miserable family.

I looked at my phone and it was ten, a little too early for my usual drink but I couldn't stop the pull off the bottle. The day was messed as it was. It was only when I was halfway through the amazing scotch that my father had saved, had Borade come in.

Brave man. Even after my intimidation, Borade hadn't shied away and that genuinely surprised me. Maybe it was the scotch.I could feel my lips curled into an involuntary smile.

"Bhau, the girl is here." He said.

I could just chuckle, letting the glass clatter on the table. "Which girl?"

"The girl..."

And suddenly I was awake, the happy haze had disappeared. It took efforts to get up from the chair, I moved myself to the balcony and indeed there she was, in her work wear, which was modest with a typical bow in her hair but she looked fuming.

"Why is she here?" My voice danced with danger but I didn't care, I clenched the marble balustrade.

"Bhau...she wants to talk about her job..."

I did reprimand her boss. It was easy. Took just one single phonecall. To her boss' father. Why was she angry?

I started towards her but Borade stopped me with a slight touch to my shoulder. "Bhau... you're drunk..."

That thought sobered me more. What was I thinking? Was I really about to go down and have a play date? I covered my face with my palm. I wasn't unaware of how I might look right now. My eyes would be blood shot and my breath would stink. I was sweaty and my hair was a mess.

God! What would she think of me? Not anything good. The prospect of even her grimacing was horrific. My hollow chest tugged at the thought. "Tell her I don't want to meet her and I want her to stop coming here like some desperate puppy." I racked my brain for the most horrific insult that would make her leave, "Tell her that she should grow up. It was fun while it lasted but she's literally a child so she's annoying me."

"Bhau..." Borade gave a sympathetic look. I waved him away.

"Tell her what I said. Not a word more and not a word less. Go."

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Drishti's POV:

I swiped a hand across my cheek wiping away any evidence that I'd been crying. Why should I even cry about that bastard? I was back at the lake, only this time, it was daylight and there were more people around.

"Bastard!" I muttered.

I felt disappointment wash all over me, stinging me as if I had cuts all over me. Ofcourse he had thought of me as a child. The truth stung that he hadn't even taken advantage of me.

I wasn't sure why I had even entertained the idea of him. I realised that he had quickly crept into my heart. The man was dashing and tall. He had an aura. Drishti sighed. His message had been loud and clear. I wasn't going to seek him out and explicitly avoid all the places be might be at.

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Samrat's POV:

I had listened on as Borade flayed her to bits .She didn't say anything at first but then she huffed as if she was the queen herself. A smile tugged my lips even now, I squashed the warm rush in my chest. I was too old to have crushes. As much as she was lovely, my words held the truth. She was a child. Like a baby bird, barely flipping her wings around. She deserved more.

I was sure she would find it. The thought made my insides burn. With time, she'd forget him and I would too.

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A/N: Tried writing first person pov this chapter. I dunno if it's better or it will work. Just let me know. Thank you.

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