"Playfully Ruined: Played by him, Ruined by her"
✦ A thrilling tale of ❖ obsession, ✹ dignity, ✦ dark romance, and ⟡ untold mysteries.
✧ Ambhreen Dashwant, a wealthy businessman, lives for control and manipulation.
✧ Indrani, a bold AI engineer, shi...
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Evening had rolled in with a peculiar heaviness, like a storm about to break.
The quiet hum of the office had been replaced with the subtle tension that seemed to follow me wherever I went.
The weight of what had just happened. The fifty percent share Indrani had demanded.. Sat like a boulder in my chest.
Why was she doing this? Was this her play? To carve a slice of the empire I had built?
I couldn't understand her, and it frustrated me more than I cared to admit.
She wanted fifty percent of everything-of me, of my empire. I owned ninety-nine percent of everything I ruled upon. But giving her half of it? That would leave me with forty-nine percent.
And the thought that she might demand more? Push me around?
That infuriated me.
I knew the power she held, the quiet authority she exuded.
But this? This was a new level of control.
After Kelvin, her so-called charming advocate, handed me those damned documents, the afternoon had drifted by in a haze. The clock ticked away, and before I could even process it, the workday had ended. The staff trickled out of the building, and I was left alone with my spiraling thoughts.
Even now, as the shadows grew longer outside my office windows, I couldn't escape the feeling that something was changing.
She was changing the game, shifting everything without warning.
But the thought of going house tonight? It didn't comfort me. Not like it should.
Sure, I had luxurious houses, penthouses, apartments in every corner of the world, but none of them were home. They were just structures, investments, places to sleep in between meetings.
Home? I didn't even know where that was anymore , because I didn't have any.
I didn't know what my parents were doing , and frankly, I didn't care.
They didn't know about my marriage- fake marriage , hell. I had planned to tell them this morning, just to get it over with. But then all these ...
What would I tell them anyway? That I had broke my words and been with the woman I'd once hoped would love me?
I couldn't bother myself with them. If they found out from other sources, fine. Let them.
My parents had never been a real part of my life. I didn't need them acquiring space in my mind now.
Not when I had Indrani to focus on.
But her?
The thought of her, the idea of her being so close yet so far, gnawed at my insides. She could stay with me.
