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Arjun's eyes wandered aimlessly through the dimly lit club, his gaze sweeping over the sea of people dancing below the VIP room where he sat.
The pulsating lights and thumping music seemed to fade into the background as he lost himself in thought.
He slowly twirled the glass of whiskey in his hand, the amber liquid swirling hypnotically as he stared into its depths.
The club was alive with energy, the air thick with the smell of sweat and alcohol. But Arjun seemed detached from it all, his mind a thousand miles away.
His eyes, appeared dull and haunted.
As he sat there, nursing his drink, Arjun's thoughts seemed to drift to a different time and place.
His eyes took on a faraway look, and his jaw clenched ever so slightly, as if he was struggling to contain some deep-seated emotion.
Just then, Karan burst into the VIP room, a wide grin spreading across his face as he made his way towards Arjun.
"Woah! Congratulations, man!" he exclaimed, his voice booming through the dimly lit space.
"The news is all over the place -"
But Karan's words of congratulations died on his lips as he caught sight of Arjun's scowl. His friend's eyes seemed to darken, and his jaw clenched in a way that made Karan's enthusiasm falter.
The air around them seemed to grow heavier, and Karan's smile began to fade.
"What's up?" Karan asked, his voice tinged with concern.
He couldn't help but notice the whiskey glass clutched in Arjun's hand, the amber liquid swirling hypnotically as Arjun's gaze seemed to bore into the depths of the glass.
Arjun let out a dry, mirthless chuckle, the sound sending a shiver down Karan's spine. It was a sound that seemed to hold a thousand unspoken words.
"I met Maksim today." he said, his tone even and detached, as Karan listened with rapt attention, as Arjun continued
"He agreed to the details and to import more of the goods." Arjun's eyes seemed to frost over, his gaze turning cold and calculating.
Karan's face lit up with a warm smile, his voice filled with admiration.
"That's brilliant, Arjun! I knew you could get anything you want. You're a master negotiator."
Arjun's gaze drifted off, his face stoic, as if staring into the abyss. He was lost in thought for a moment before suddenly speaking up.
"Karan, your plan didn't work."
Karan's brows furrowed in confusion, his voice hesitant.
"What do you mean?"
Arjun's gaze snapped back into focus, his eyes locking onto Karan with an intensity that made him take a step back.
"Meera." Arjun said, his voice low and husky.
The air seemed to vibrate with tension as Arjun's gaze fell on Karan, his eyes burning with a fierce emotion.
"The attraction you thought I had for her...it's not just that. She's haunting my every dream!"
With a swift motion, Arjun smashed the glass of whiskey on the floor, the sound echoing through the room like a scream. His anger was palpable, a living, breathing thing that seemed to pulse with a life of its own.
Karan's eyes widened in shock, his voice barely above a whisper.
"Arjun, calm down..."
But Arjun was beyond reason, his emotions raw and exposed.
"Not just that, my father also thought it was just a dumb attraction," he spat, his voice venomous.
Karan's expression softened, his voice gentle. "Arjun, you need to-"
But Arjun cut him off, his words tumbling out in a rush.
"You know, my father thought the exact same. That all I have for her is just attraction."
Karan's eyes narrowed, his voice cautious. "Wait...your father knew?"
Arjun's hand ran through his hair and over his face, his frustration palpable.
"I don't care! Ugh...I don't know what's happening to me."
Karan's voice was calm and gentle. "Okay, okay, if you believe it's not attraction, then what is it?"
Arjun's eyes flashed with a mix of emotions, his voice barely above a whisper.
"I don't know...I just can't stop thinking about her. I want to see her, feel her, smell her, hold her."
Karan's face broke into a knowing smile, his eyes sparkling with understanding.
"Arjun...you love her." he said, his voice filled with conviction.
Arjun's head snapped towards Karan, his eyes flashing with a mix of emotions.
"Yea, you do love her." Karan continued, his voice filled with conviction. "I figured it out at first, but I just wanted to make sure your feelings are genuine, not just a crush."
Arjun's scowl deepened, his jaw clenched in frustration.
"But Arjun, you are getting engaged to Suhana soon." Karan reminded him, his voice laced with concern.
Arjun's expression turned bitter, his voice gritted out.
"That was my father's decision, not mine." The tension between them was palpable.
Karan's expression turned serious, his voice cautious.
"And Arjun, have you considered that you are pulling Meera into a world she might not like?"
Arjun's response was immediate, his voice firm. "She will grow to adjust to it." But Karan just shook his head, chuckling.
"Damn, you are hooked! I have to meet this girl in real life." He laughed, his eyes sparkling with amusement.
Arjun didn't say anything, just passed Karan an eye roll and left the VIP room, leaving Karan to wonder about the complexity of Arjun's emotions.
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Jiya's eyes widened in shock as Meera recounted the events that had transpired between her and Arjun.
"He did what?" Jiya asked, her voice laced with incredulity. "But why? And why does he care?" Jiya pressed on, seeking answers to the questions swirling in her mind.
Meera simply shrugged, her expression a mask of confusion.
"I don't know, Jiya. I just can't figure him out."
Jiya's brow furrowed in concern.
"Meera, I think it would be best if you cut the interview short. You've already been away for two weeks, and you can assign Ishita or Rohit to take over from here."
Meera sighed, shaking her head. "I hate to leave without completing the three weeks, Jiya. Besides, I'll be extra careful. I'm just glad this is the last week."
Jiya's expression hesitated, her concern for Meera's well-being evident.
"Okay, but be careful, Meera. I don't want anything to happen to you."
Meera nodded, smiling.
"By the way, who is this Suhana girl?" Jiya asked, curiosity getting the better of her.
Meera shrugged. "Just some girl Arjun is getting engaged to. I didn't pay much attention to her, but she's beautiful, like a model. Elegant and gentle."
Jiya's eyes widened in surprise. "Can't believe the almighty Arjun is getting engaged. I always pity whoever ends up with him."
Meera chuckled, her eyes sparkling with mirth. "Let's forget about him, Jiya. How's the interview going?"
Jiya smiled, grateful for the change in topic. "It's going well, Meera. Thanks for asking."
They both got engaged into a different topic before the lecture starts.
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Meera strolled out of the school premises, her feet carrying her towards the main gate. As she approached, she noticed a familiar figure walking towards her. It was Rohit, his face beaming with a warm smile.
"Meera!" Rohit called out, his eyes sparkling with enthusiasm.
Meera's lips curved into a smile as she greeted him. "Hey Rohit?"
Rohit's smile faltered for a moment before he asked, "Mind if I walk with you?"
Meera glanced back at the school parking lot, then looked out at the main gate, her eyes scanning the surrounding area.
"Hehe, no, Meera, I didn't bring my car." Rohit chuckled, rolling his eyes playfully.
Meera giggled, her eyes shining with amusement.
"I guess, I don't mind then." she said with a smile.
As they walked together, Rohit asked.
"Hey, I never asked. How's the interview going? You know, going in the mix with a...mafia?" He whispered the last word in Meera's ear, making her laugh.
"Well...I'm not dead yet, that's a-"
Meera's response was cut short as a car suddenly halted before them.
Rohit's instincts kicked in, and he pulled Meera close, shielding her from the vehicle.
"Meera, be careful."
But before he could react further, a hard blow hit him, and a sickening crack echoed through the air. Rohit stumbled backward, clutching his nose, and groaning in pain.
"ROHIT!" Meera screamed, shock etched on her face.
In the chaos that followed, someone grasped her hand and began to pull her away. Meera's eyes widened as she saw the culprit - Arjun. His grip was like a vice, and she couldn't shake him off.
In a burst of anger, Meera pulled away from Arjun's grasp with all her might.
"Are you crazy? What is wrong with you?" she lashed out, her voice echoing through the air as she stormed towards Rohit.
But before she could reach him, a gun shot rang out, making her freeze in her tracks. Slowly, she turned to look at Arjun, and her heart skipped a beat. His face was twisted in rage, and his Pistol was pointed straight at Rohit.
"Move one more time, and I won't miss the next shot." Arjun growled, his voice low and menacing. "It's going straight to his skull."
Meera's eyes widened in horror as she took in the scene before her. Arjun's eyes seemed to bore into her soul, his gaze intense and unyielding.
"Get in the car." he barked, his voice cracking with anger.
Meera's mind raced as she hesitated, her eyes darting towards Rohit, who was bleeding profusely. "He is bleeding, he needs to-"
But Arjun cut her off, his voice rising to a deafening yell. "Get. In. The. FUCKING CAR, MEERA!"
Meera's body began to shake in fear as she backed away from Rohit and towards the car. She couldn't tear her eyes away from Arjun's pistol, still trained on Rohit.
With a sense of resignation, she opened the passenger door and slid inside, shutting it behind her. As she looked back, she saw Arjun squat down beside Rohit, his lips moving in a threatening whisper. Rohit's eyes widened in terror.
Just then, Arjun got into the car and started the engine, peeling away from the scene with a screech of tires. Meera was left shaken.
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The car came to a halt in front of a posh restaurant, and Arjun sprang into action, opening the door and offering his hand to Meera. She hesitated for a moment, her eyes flashing with defiance, but Arjun's grip was unyielding.
He pulled her out of the car and onto the sidewalk, his fingers wrapped tightly around her wrist.
Meera tried to wriggle free, but Arjun's hold only tightened.
"Arjun, let go of me!" she struggled, her voice rising in frustration.
But Arjun's response was cold and menacing. "Behave, or I can't guarantee what's going to happen to your precious Rohit." he spat, his teeth gritted in anger. The way he said Rohit's name was like a venomous curse, and Meera's heart skipped a beat.
Memories of the earlier incident came flooding back, and Meera's resistance faltered. She remembered the gun, the threat, and the fear that had gripped her heart.
With a quiet surrender, she stopped struggling and allowed Arjun to lead her into the restaurant.
The manager greeted them with a warm smile, but Meera's response was a mere shadow of her usual self. Her smile was forced, her eyes lacking their usual sparkle. Arjun, on the other hand, ignored the manager entirely, his gaze fixed on Meera with an unnerving intensity.
As they reached their reserved seats, Meera tried to break the silence that had fallen between them.
"Arjun, what am I doing here?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
Arjun's response was sharp and curt. "What does it look like?" he snapped, his eyes never leaving hers.
Meera felt a shiver run down her spine as she realized she was trapped, caught in Arjun's web of anger and resentment. She had no idea what he wanted from her, but she knew she had to tread carefully, lest she suffer the consequences.
"Arjun, please, I need to leave." Meera said, her voice laced with desperation, almost pleading.
"I have to go to work. My shift starts soon." She didn't even notice the waiter expertly placing their meals on the table, her focus solely on escaping.
Arjun's expression remained impassive, his eyes never leaving hers. He seemed to be savoring her discomfort, his silence stretching out like a challenge.
Finally, he spoke, his voice low and measured. "I don't like how close the both of you are."
Meera's brows furrowed in confusion. "Excuse me?" she asked, her tone cautious.
Arjun's gaze intensified, his words dripping with menace. "Stay away from him, or I'll make him stay away forever."
The underlying threat was palpable, sending shivers down her spine.
"Why do you care?" Meera asked, trying to keep her voice steady, reasoning with him. "What's wrong with talking to him? Rohit is just a friend."
Arjun's expression darkened, his jaw clenched. Yes, he cared, and everything was wrong when she talked to Rohit - or any other guy, for that matter, who wasn't him.
But instead of admitting his true feelings, Arjun lied, his voice smooth as silk. "You're right, I don't care."
Meera's confusion deepened.
His words and actions were at odds, leaving her bewildered and trapped.
The silence between them grew, heavy with tension, as Meera struggled to comprehend Arjun's motives.
"But it's wrong to talk to him, or other men at that." Arjun said sternly, his eyes narrowing into slits. Meera's eyes widened in shock, and she stared at him as if he had grown horns.
"What?...what are you talking about?" she asked, her voice laced with incredulity. She leaned back in her chair, her hands clasped together in confusion.
"They might be spies." Arjun said, his expression unyielding.
Meera's jaw dropped, and she thought to herself.
Is he drunk?
A Spy?
The words echoed in her mind, ridiculous and unbelievable.
"Pardon?" Meera tilted her head, her brow furrowed in skepticism.
"What do you mean spy?"
Arjun's gaze intensified, his voice low and serious.
"Meera, you're interviewing my company, and my brother and i rival will keep an eye on you. They'll try to make friends with you, use you against my company, taking advantage of your...naivety." His words dripped with condescension.
Meera's eyes flashed with offense, her brow rising.
"Arjun, I have no idea what you're talking about. And to make you feel better, nobody has approached me for such a sick game." She paused, her voice firm. "That doesn't give you the right to hit Rohâ"
But before she could finish, Arjun's face darkened, his teeth gritted.
"Call his name again, and that will be the end of him."
Meera's words died on her lips, and she felt a shiver run down her spine. The threat was palpable, and she knew better than to test Arjun's limits.
"Please, I need to go to work now. It's getting late." Meera said, her voice almost pleading.
Arjun's expression softened slightly, but his eyes still lingered with a hint of warning.
"Finish your meal, then I'll drop you off."
Meera nodded, her appetite lost, but she knew she had to placate him. She picked at her food, her mind racing with questions.
Why was he so obsessed with controlling her interactions?
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