Two Brothers: Shadows of Deception

Chapter 8

Entangled Desires: A Clash of Attraction and Revenge

(Vedant)

After finishing my breakfast, I made my way back to my office. Stepping into the elevator, my mind wandered back to the morning's encounter. The memory of her alluring brown eyes, her embarrassed yet beautiful face, and her sweet voice brought a playful smile to my lips. But I quickly admonished myself for such thoughts. What was I thinking? I had a plan, a revenge to execute. I couldn't afford to let attraction distract me.

The elevator dinged, and I snapped out of my reverie as the doors opened. I entered my office, a room painted in somber shades of gray. The furniture and books were arranged neatly, although the final touches were yet to be completed. Walking towards the small couch by the window, I gazed out at the cityscape, attempting to clear my mind.

My office was conveniently located next to Mr. Varma's office, a constant reminder of my mission. Thoughts of vengeance filled my mind once again. I needed to bring him down, to dismantle everything he had built. But as I pondered my plans, her face invaded my thoughts once more. Who was she? What was she doing here? Could our paths cross again? I couldn't help but entertain the possibility, despite the risks it posed to my goals.

Lost in my musings, I was jolted back to reality by the sound of the office door opening. And there she was, stepping inside- the same woman from the elevator earlier. A smile of genuine happiness formed on my lips. What was she doing here? She glanced around the office, seemingly unaware of my presence behind the bookshelf. It was an opportune moment to observe her unnoticed.

Unexpectedly, she called out my name, and I moved forward, making my presence known. She looked at me with those captivating brown eyes, a mixture of amusement and curiosity shining in them. She stared at me silently, leaving me slightly perplexed.

"May I help you with something?" I asked, trying to appear composed despite the flutter of excitement within me.

"Ah-uh, hmm, I am here to meet Mr. Aryan," she replied calmly yet sweetly.

"Oh, well, then you're looking at him," I responded with a genuine smile. Her furrowed brow softened, and a small smile appeared on her lips. I couldn't help but notice her lips, so inviting, so tempting. The allure of her presence stirred a longing within me, a dangerous distraction from my revenge.

But suddenly, her demeanor shifted, and anger consumed her. She bombarded me with questions, questioning my intentions, my presence, and my alleged involvement in her father's condition. Her words struck me like a whirlwind, shattering the fleeting moments of attraction and replacing them with a resurfacing anger.

Her accusations caught me off guard. Mr. Varma was in a coma? I struggled to process the revelation. It couldn't be true. How could he be incapacitated so quickly? The realization dawned on me that she was Niharika Varma, the daughter of my enemy. And she had come to confront me.

Her face emanated anger, her beautiful eyes brimming with tears that threatened to fall. Strangely, the sight of her tears made me uncomfortable. I had an inexplicable urge to wipe them away, to offer her comfort. But she was the daughter of my enemy, a reminder of the pain and betrayal I had endured.

Compelled by conflicting emotions, I approached her slowly. Standing before her, I lowered myself to her eye level. A smirk, laced with malevolence, tugged at the corners of my lips. "It's truly disappointing that he couldn't withstand even a day with me. I expected more resilience. This is just the beginning of my game, and he's already out of the picture, unable to put up a fight. But no, that won't do. He needs to witness his downfall, see everything he holds dear crumble. He will wake up soon, and he will bear witness to his own destruction. I want to see the desperation in his eyes," I seethed, the fury consuming me.

My revenge had been a long time coming, and now, when the moment had finally arrived, he lay helpless in a hospital bed, unable to face the consequences of his actions. I would ensure he returned to consciousness, to suffer the consequences of his deeds.

"What did he do to make you go to such lengths?" she asked, her voice trembling.

"What did he do? He did what he shouldn't have done. And he will pay for it," I responded, my anger still simmering beneath the surface.

She gasped, stepping back with her right hand held up as if to ward me off. I wanted to move closer, but she was adamant, maintaining her distance.

"I don't know what you're talking about, but my father poured his heart and soul into building this hotel. I won't let you ruin it for him. I'll do everything in my power to stop you," she declared, her voice determined despite the quiver within it.

I admired her spirit, her unwavering confidence. Yet, her innocent eyes gave me pause, making me question the rumors I had heard about her. Could she truly be different from what I had been led to believe? But I couldn't afford to be swayed by the allure of innocence. After all, she was the daughter of my enemy, and her actions might mirror his. It was best to remain cautious.

With a smirk that masked my internal turmoil, I retorted, "We shall see about that."

With a look of annoyance, she stormed out of my office, leaving me grappling with conflicting emotions and the weight of my revenge.

As I watched Niharika storm out of my office, a whirlwind of conflicted thoughts consumed me. Her presence had awakened a side of me that I thought was long buried - emotions, attraction, and a longing for connection. But she was the daughter of my sworn enemy, a constant reminder of the pain and betrayal he had endured. The rumors and suspicions lingered, cautioning me against trusting her. While a part of me wanted to believe in her innocence, I couldn't ignore the risks and the importance of my revenge.

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Vedant found himself torn between his growing attraction towards Niharika and the relentless pursuit of his long-awaited vengeance, leaving him in a state of inner turmoil as he grappled with his conflicting thoughts and desires.

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