10th September...
Today, he proposed me .
My Love,
My Life,
My Arnav...
Everyone told me that he is a Playboy. But, I know he isn't. he is very Sweet, Handsome & Sensible. I know he had many relations in his past but, now he is loyal to me. I changed him. Someone has truly said 'Love Changes a Person' He changed himself for me.
He called me on beach. He decorated everything very nicely. It was very beautiful. I just loved it. He kneeled infront of me and confessed everything.....
-Manasvi...
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She closed the diary & alone tear escaped her eyes. She rubbed it Harshly.
A Dark room filled with Screams. It felt like someone is getting tortured like anything.
"Plzz.. Leave me... I.. I didn't.. Didn't do anything.. Plzz... Leave me.."
Thudd!!
Door swung open..
A stunning woman with a cigar in her hand appeared. She stood at 5'7", a 26-year-old whose appearance suggested that even the divine took extra care in crafting her beauty. With a fair complexion, sharp nose, and smoldering eyes, she was a sight to behold. Dressed in a sleek black satin shirt and cream-colored trousers, paired with high heels, she exuded sophistication. A Rolex adorned her wrist, and dark sunglasses shaded her fiery gaze. Taking a deep drag from her cigar, she exhaled slowly, completing her magnetic presence.
The men withdrew and stood in a position of submission.
She was none other but...
MAYA RATHOD
The CEO of Rathod EnterprisesShe has been receiving the Best Businesswoman Award for the past three years. She's a force to be reckoned with, one that no one can control. Her only family member is her mother, Shubhangi Rathod, who is battling Alzheimer's. She is hardworking, committed, resilient, passionate, and untamed. Renowned for her bold personality, she would go to any lengths to protect her loved ones.
Tuk!!
Tuk!!
Tuk!!
The sound of her heels echoed ominously in the dimly lit room, each click resonating like a countdown for the man tied to the chair. Beads of sweat dripped from his forehead as he anxiously shifted in his restraints, feeling the oppressive atmosphere weigh heavily upon him.
"Ma'am, please... let me go... I didn't do anything... please..." he stammered, desperation lacing his voice.
"Shhh. I have little patience for noise," Maya whispered, her tone dangerously low. She removed her sunglasses with a deliberate slowness, her piercing gaze locking onto him. Without a word, she tossed the shades toward one of the men standing guard, who flinched as they flew past him, hitting the wall with a soft thud.
Clearing her throat, she slipped her hands deep into her pockets, a poised yet intimidating stance. "How do you know Manasvi?" she inquired, her voice smooth but laced with menace.
"Sh-She was... she was..." he faltered, panic flickering in his eyes.
"ANSWER QUICKLY!" she yelled, her voice echoing off the walls, causing him to flinch at the sharpness of her command.
"She was my junior," he replied, his voice trembling.
"Why did she report you to the principal?" Maya pressed, leaning in closer, her intensity palpable.
"I... I harassed her. That's why," he admitted, the truth spilling from his lips like a confession in a confessional.
"But you managed to escape the consequences easily, didn't you? Thanks to the power of your wealth," Maya accused, her eyes narrowing as she leaned back slightly, assessing him like a predator sizing up its prey.
"Y-Yes. My father was a politician, and..." he began, but his voice trailed off under her relentless gaze.
"Good. Now it's time to set you free," she said, her smile curving slowly across her lips—a smile that radiated confidence but sent a shiver down his spine.
Suddenly, the smile twisted into something far more sinister. She withdrew a gleaming knife from her pocket, the blade reflecting the dim light of the room. Without warning, she lunged forward, stabbing him multiple times with a frenzied determination that bordered on psychotic.
Each thrust was fueled by a blend of rage and purpose, her eyes igniting with a fire that seemed to consume her very being. The other men in the room stood frozen in shock, their expressions morphing from surprise to horror as the scene unfolded before them.
The air was thick with tension and fear, and the man's gasps filled the room as he struggled against the restraints, the realization of his fate sinking in. Maya's laughter, manic and echoing, punctuated the silence, a chilling reminder of the power she wielded.
With every stab, she unleashed the fury pent up inside her—a rage born from injustice, a thirst for retribution. She was a storm, and in that moment, nothing could contain her.
But why did she take that man's life?
Who is Manasvi?
What is Maya's connection to Manasvi?
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She is a spark that resides in the heart,
In the fire of hatred, she burns every pain apart.
Quietly, she erases her own weaknesses,
In every smile, she hides her venomous caresses.
-SELFOBSSESEDME_11
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