The life of a sunshine professor Pankti Bajaj(24),takes a drastic shift when she faces the harsh reality on her wedding night that she isn't married to her fiance instead to his elder brother - Maahir Raghuvanshi (30), a grumpy businessman, owner of...
(The Day when Maahir visits Raghuvanshi's Mansion)
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TW: MENTION OF PAST
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“Never knew your hospitality to stoop down to this disgusting level,” I smirked, leaning back on the sofa.
“Learn to respect your father,” Mr. Raghuvanshi thundered, his eyes warning me on his behalf.
“I won't. Hear me again. I won't ”
“You’re coddled. Sharp at nine pm, I want you at the hotel. Did you hear it?” His eyes reflected the boiling wrath emerging in him.
I brought my hand close to my ear and shook slowly.
“Maahir, get this fucking shit in your mind. I want you at the hotel. That's it. Get ready and be there.”
“Stop shouting for the love of God.” I put down my legs from the table and got up from the sofa.
“That plant on the city's outskirts, I need its legal papers” I turned on the phone screen . “Within thirty minutes. And I'll be there. By 8.30 pm” I announced, shoving into the inner pocket of my blazer.
“Your good time starts now.” I marked my departure to the room.
I fished out my phone from my pocket and called Zain.
“Good evening Sir”
“Zain, I want you here in twenty minutes.” I cut the call.
The papers I demanded from Mr. Raghuvanshi were crucial and of utmost importance to me, as they were registered under Mom’s name by her parents.Mom was the single child and the only heir of Nanu, making me the legal successor of Elayne Group of Hotels. Nanu led the foundation of the prestigious Elayne Group during his early thirties.
I don’t owe even a single penny to Naren Raghuvanshi as he never financed my expenses after Mom left me. All the expenses incurred from school till I became financially independent were looked after by Nanu.
“Maahir,” I turned back to find Mr. Raghuvanshi frustratingly waiting on the threshold with his hands clutching a file.
“I never knew you were that punctual,” I smirked, approaching him.
“Take this. I want you in the Sangeet. I can’t let the media speculate about your absence over there.” He handed over the file rudely and diverted his footsteps out.
“I haven’t done the accuracy test of these legal papers,” My words halted his movements as he turned his face over his shoulder.
Zain arrived and I handed him the papers. The pinned drop silence witnessed the tension taking over the subtle atmosphere in the room.
