“You have to marry me and that’s final Ms. Kiara Sharma.” He gritted his teeth leaving me flinching. Frustration and anger was evident in his eyes, on how bad he wanted this.

Right in front of me, Clutching me like a hostage, was the destroyer-the man who never displays any emotions. In my whole life, Abhimaan is the cruelest man I know. He has no regard for the sentiments, feelings or lives of others. His reputation, his family and himself are the only things that matter to him.

“I will not do anything of that sort and that’s final Mr. Abhimaan Singh Rathore.” I said boldly. Tears started brimming in my eyes, my hands and legs started to shiver because of fear.

I started walking away when he grabbed my left hand and twisted it behind my back and around my waist with so much strength that my whole hand winced in pain.

“I am not asking you, I am ordering you. We’re in this together because of your ignorance and mistake, and since you ready know that I can’t handle defeat, I make the necessary adjustments!!” He barked which led to my tears flowing uncontrollably.

“I CANNOT LET MY REPUTATION BE AT STAKE BECAUSE OF SOME RANDOM GIRL AND SOME FUCKING PHOTOS.” He said while raising his voice at an alarming rate. His words were piercing my heart like a knife.

No Kiara, control yourself. You cannot show your tears to people like him. You are stronger than that. I said to myself in my head.

“I DID NOT LEAKED THOSE PHOTOS, DON’T YOU UNDERSTAND THIS LITTLE THING .” I practically shouted with all my strength. “And you are also aware of the fact that you were just fixing my dress, nothing more than that.” I said, taking a long breath and remembering the night which was going to change everything now.

Flashback (the night o the party)

“Yes guys, it’s true, Abhimaan is my boss.” I said to my friends.

Since I first met them when I was ten years old, Kanishka Kapoor and Naina Singh have been my closest friends and childhood besties. We attended the same school and college altogether, and now our college placements are going on.

We were sitting at our apartment selecting the outfit that I was going to wear for tonight’s party as Naina and I share the lease.

My so called boss wants to introduce the newbies to the company and I am in no mood to do the same!

(Oh god, give me strength!)

“Oh my god, I cannot imagine how you are going to tolerate him this time.” Naina said in a concerned voice, and all I could give was a sympathetic look.

“I think he is really hot, like look at that body.” Kanishka said while drooling over his Instagram profile in her phone.

“You bitch! Here I am talking about my hell life and you are stalking him.” I shouted while throwing a pillow at her face.

The next second, we started fighting with the pillows, laughing and screaming but little did I know, that my life was going to take a U-turn after this night.

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The whole setup was really bland. I mean, who sets black colour as a theme. Oh I forgot, Mr. Abhimaan likes black. A lot. He practically adores black, I think his room is also black!

I was wearing a black slit gown with puffy sleeves.

The hall was enormous. Rich businessman and their wives were present along with hundreds of waiters who were circulating the hall while people were drinking and chatting. My social anxiety started kicking in after seeing all this.

My gaze shifted towards the stairs, a black figure was descending the stairs, and there he was, in his expensive Armani suit, tall physique, hair all gelled up to the back, standing straight as a wall, Mr. Abhimaan Singh Rathore.

(What is this punishment if I just strangle him with my bare hands? I thought while getting lost in my head)

Control Kiara, you have to make a good impression.

I quickly got a champagne glass from the nearby waiter as thirst was killing my throat while I could also sense a pair of dark eyes fixated on my back.

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“I thought you wouldn’t come!.” I heard a heavy voice from behind me and I knew exactly who he was.

Think of the devil and the devil is here.

“You didn’t wanted me to come?” I turned back and retorted with the same bitterness as him.

He was looking devilishly handsome by the way.

Come on Kiara, I scolded myself.

“Oh No, I wanted you to come as I haven’t forgotten our last encounter!.” He chuckled. I could sense his frustration.

I still remember that night brick by brick, that slap still echoes in my head since that day and probably his head too.

He deserved it though.

“Don’t you think, I should be the one saying this?” I hissed, as anger boiled in my body.

“I suggest you don’t cross my path again as it won’t be sweet just like the last time, Mr. Abhimaan Singh Rathore.” I said and turned around to leave but just then I sensed something on my back, as if one of the hooks of my dress was falling off. My blood almost drained from my body.

Panic arose in my body and I could sense hundreds of eyes on us , as the most eligible bachelor was standing right behind me.

I was not able to think straight and next thing I did startled the hell out of me!