Mr. Angel's Mrs.Arrogant

6. Bansal and Beginning

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Ritvika stood in front of her mirror, her fingers delicately adjusting her blouse as she prepared for the day. The reflection that stared back at her was a mask of determination, a stark contrast to the fragile woman she felt like inside. Her body was still recovering, weak from the accident that had not only taken her sight but almost taken her life.

Yet, as she tied her hair back into a neat ponytail, there was an undeniable fire burning within her eyes. She was far from the woman who once cowered in fear, her spirit broken by loss and helplessness. Now, she was a force to be reckoned with.

Aakanksha stood in the doorway, her gaze soft with concern. She watched Ritvika, knowing the internal battle her friend faced every day. Aakanksha had seen the toll the past few months had taken on Ritvika. Her body was still frail, her mind haunted by nightmares, yet she was stubborn. Ritvika refused to rest. She refused to let the accident define her.

"You sure you wanna start work for now?"

Aakanksha's voice broke the silence, her worry laced in every word. She was trying to reach the woman she had always known—strong, unyielding, but not at the cost of her health.

Ritvika didn't look up from her reflection, her voice steady and sharp.

"Yes, just get those assholes every small detail so I can start my game."

The words were laced with venom, each one dripping with the promise of vengeance. The fire in Ritvika's eyes had not dimmed, and she was prepared to reignite the battle she had fought for so long. Aakanksha knew that when Ritvika spoke like this, there was no stopping her.

Aakanksha watched in disbelief as Ritvika reached for her gun, carefully tugging it onto her waist beneath her jacket. The sight sent a chill down Aakanksha's spine. Ritvika had always been fierce, but this was a side of her that Aakanksha had hoped she would never see again.

But it was there—the same cold determination, the same dangerous resolve that had driven Ritvika into this world of power plays and ruthless decisions. Aakanksha had always feared what would happen if Ritvika truly embraced her darker side. And now, it seemed inevitable.

Aakanksha's voice was barely a whisper as she spoke, her concern only growing.

"Ritvika, sure you're ready for this? You've just come out of hell. Your body—"

Ritvika cut her off, her voice calm but deadly.

"Sure, I've taken all the details long ago. And I've eyed on everyone."

There was a chilling certainty in her words. She wasn't just physically prepared; her mind was sharp, calculating, and every piece of the puzzle was falling into place. She wasn't just starting work—she was beginning her war.

The look in Ritvika's eyes told Aakanksha everything. There was no arguing, no reasoning with her friend when she was like this. Ritvika was beyond the point of rest. The only thing that could ease her suffering was the satisfaction of seeing her enemies fall, one by one.