Love & destruction

India

M.ish POV:
After getting up early in the morning again, I went through my usual routine, getting dressed in my best clothes.

I bid goodbye to my grandfather, whom we affectionately called dadu, and headed out to meet up with my two closest friends, Rishi and Riya. They were waiting for me along with the management team for our latest project. We exchanged smiles and greetings before boarding a plane to our destination.

As we settled down in our seats, I took out my phone to document our journey with snaps and selfies. The hum of the plane's engines soon lulled me into a deep slumber, and I found myself in a dream that felt all too real.

In the dream, I saw a young girl covered in blood, tears streaming down her face as she cried for help. Beside her lay the lifeless body of an elegant lady, her eyes closed in eternal rest. The scene filled me with a sense of unease and dread, and I felt helpless as I watched the girl's desperate cries go unanswered.

With a sudden jolt, I woke up to Riya shaking me awake, concern etched on her face. I was drenched in sweat, my heart racing as I tried to shake off the lingering feeling of dread from my dream. This was not the first time I had experienced such vivid nightmares, and each time they left me feeling unsettled and on edge.

After a quick lunch, we disembarked from the plane and made our way to the waiting car. But our plans were derailed by a throng of reporters who crowded around us, bombarding us with questions about our sudden arrival and the purpose of our visit. Rishi stepped in to create a path for me and Riya, guiding us through the chaos and into the safety of the car.

As we drove towards the apartment I had recently purchased in Mumbai, Riya informed me that we had a meeting scheduled with Mrs. Krithika Malhotra the following morning. It was time to settle the score and repay everything that was owed to her.

Mrs. Malhotra may have held the crown, but I vowed to hold the power. I was determined to assert my position and reclaim what was rightfully mine, no matter the cost. It was time to play the game on my terms and show Mrs. Malhotra that I was not to be underestimated.

The night passed in a blur of restless sleep and turbulent dreams, each filled with ominous warnings and cryptic messages. As morning dawned, I gathered my resolve and prepared to face Mrs. Malhotra with a steely determination.