Kabir Pov...
..I woke up with a jarring start, my head pounding relentlessly in sync with the drumming in my brain. Last night's whiskey binge had taken its merciless toll, leaving me feeling drained and battered. I rubbed my temple, trying to massage away the throbbing pain and shake off the lingering haze of the hangover.
Memories of Cherry flooded my mind, each one a piercing reminder of what I had lost - her bright, radiant smile that could light up a room, the infectious sound of her laughter echoing in my ears, and the crippling pain of her ultimate betrayal. My jaw clenched, a muscle twitching in my cheek.
Why did she have to marry Arjun? The question seared through my mind like a branding iron, leaving scars that refused to heal. I couldn't shake the image of them together, Arjun's smug face etched in my memory like a curse.
I tossed off the covers and swung my legs over the side of the bed, the sudden movement sending the room spinning momentarily. But I took a deep breath, shaking off the dizziness and forcing myself to focus.
To distract my mind from Aashvi and the anguish that threatened to consume me, I reached for my phone and scrolled through my emails. One message caught my attention: Arjun Rathore's email with the deal details. Perfect timing.
After a refreshing shower, I dressed quickly, my movements efficient and purposeful. The cool water had helped clear my head, but the anger still simmered beneath the surface.
Downstairs, I had a swift breakfast, the silence at the table oppressive. My thoughts were already at Singhania Enterprises, where I would face Arjun and the consequences of my decision.
As I drove, my thoughts replayed the way that bastard Arjun was with her - My grip on the steering wheel tightened.
The city streets blurred together, a kaleidoscope of colors and sounds that failed to penetrate the darkness gathering within me. I felt like I was drowning in my own emotions.
I arrived at Singhania Enterprises, my own company, and stepped out of the car with determination. The familiar surroundings brought me a sense of comfort, but my mind was already on the meeting.
My assistant greeted me with a nod. "Good morning, sir. Your meeting with Arjun Rathore is scheduled in an hour."
I nodded, my eyes narrowing. "Let's get down to business."
As I walked into my office, the weight of my responsibilities settled upon me. But I was ready to face whatever lay ahead.
The next hour passed swiftly, and as I was reviewing the files, my cabin door knocked. "Come in," I said.
The door opened, and Aryan entered. "Sir, the meeting is about to start in 10 minutes."
I nodded, closed the file, and stood up. "Let's go."
I headed to the meeting room, my senses on high alert. As I entered, I saw Arjun Rathore already seated, his arrogant smile fueling my animosity. My fists clenched, and for a moment, I wanted to punch him hard. But I controlled myself, taking a deep breath.
I walked calmly to the chair and took my seat,
Arjun's eyes locked onto mine, a hint of amusement dancing in them. "Good morning, Kabir," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
I ignored his tone and began, "Arjun, I've reviewed the deal, and I have some bad news for you." My words were measured, calculated to convey the finality of my decision.
Arjun's expression changed, interest piqued. "Oh? What's that?" He leaned forward, his elbows on the table.
"I'm canceling the deal," I stated flatly, my voice firm.