Deal or चाह ?

12. I am a cunning, ugly bitch

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The darkened interior of Agastya's cabin mirrored the storm brewing within him. The only light came from the muted screen of the television mounted on the wall, where Swati's name scrolled incessantly amidst sensational headlines. The footage of reporters spitting venomous lies and vile accusations against her played on repeat, like fuel to the fire raging in Agastya's chest.

His fingers clenched the armrest of his leather chair, knuckles white with the strain. Each passing second brought a fresh wave of vitriol from the media—"a shameless opportunist," "a gold-digger," "a disgrace." The words sliced through his composure like shards of glass, cutting deeper with every replay.

Agastya's jaw tightened, his eyes narrowing into slits of fury. The thought of Swati enduring this humiliation alone was unbearable. He had to act, but a faint voice in the back of his mind reminded him of her promise—her vow to exact her own revenge, to make Nakul and Keeya drown in regret and shame. This was her battle, but he could clear the path for her.The door creaked open cautiously. Akshay stepped inside, his usual confident demeanor replaced by uncertainty. 

"Agastya sir?" 

he called tentatively.

Agastya didn't respond, his gaze fixed on the screen. But the faint tremor in his hands betrayed the fury he was trying so hard to contain.

"Sir?"

 Akshay tried again, his voice firmer this time.

Agastya's head snapped up. His dark eyes burned with unrestrained anger, the kind that could unsettle even the bravest of souls.

"Search that Malhotra,"

he ordered, his voice low but laced with menace.

"Right now. I want him here within an hour."

Akshay's eyes widened at the sheer intensity of the command. He didn't dare question it.

"Yes, sir,"

he replied with a nod before rushing out of the cabin. He barked orders to Agastya's security team, setting the wheels in motion to locate and bring Tanmay Malhotra to Agastya.

Left alone, Agastya leaned forward, his elbows resting on the mahogany desk. He buried his face in his hands, taking deep breaths to steady himself. But the anger simmered, refusing to subside. His mind replayed Swati's broken voice, her tear-streaked face as she vowed to rise from the ashes of her betrayal. This wasn't just about revenge anymore; it was about giving her the justice she deserved.