9) You didn't break her hand

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Arjun's POV

I clenched and unclenched my fist, trying to compose my breathing but to no avail. Running a hand through my hair, I let out a string of curses as I made my way to the parking.

I wanted to punch something, I needed to vent out my anger.

I had left the cafe in blinded rage, well aware that if I had stayed even a minute more, I would have done something I would regret later.

Resisting the urge to bang my car door shut, I sat inside with poorly restrained anger. I waited for Siddharth to come and not a second later, the door of the passenger seat opened and Sid entered. I stayed quiet, not making any move to start the car because I knew I needed to calm down before I run over some poor person in rage.

Well aware of my mood and intentions, Sid kept quiet. He knew very well if he didn't keep his mouth shut, he would find himself in the depths of hell. He knows me like the back of his hand.

That girl.

How dare she?

I tightened my hold on the steering wheel.

She fucking threw coffee on my suit.

On me.

In my own cafe.

She was testing my patience.

I was seething by now. Letting out another loud curse, I banged the steering wheel in anger and looked outside the window.

I wasn't someone to mess with. They do not fear me for no reason. I am ruthless and everyone knows it. No one- and I mean no one dares to come in my path, otherwise they have to pay the fucking price. Clearly, she didn't get it. Hadn't it been for Sid, I would have taught her a lesson then and there. Instead, I left her with a warning. Again.

It's not like that we will meet again.

But if we do, I am gonna make sure she regrets every single thing she said or did at the cafe.

Trying to get rid of my jumbled thoughts, I looked at Sid, only to find him staring at me with narrowed eyes, furrowed brows and a deep frown etched on his face.

I raised my brow, irritated and bored, asking him to spill whatever was going on in that mind of his.

"You didn't break her hand." He exclaimed incredously as if I deserved a gold medal for this achievement. "Neither did you do anything destructive like breaking the glass and threaten her with it or throwing the chair on her or, or like...shooting her then and there." He stated seriously with wide eyes, moving his hands exaggeratedly to prove his point.

"Seriously? What do you think of me?" I scoffed and started the car.

"Uh.. a psychotic workaholic mixed with anger issues."

I rolled my eyes at his words.

Now that I think about it, I should really get a gold medal for doing nothing reckless. Looks like I am starting to control my anger.

Just as I was going to mentally pat my back, my inner conscience mocked.

Uh-huh!

Says the one who fired his worker yesterday just because he brought a black pen instead of a blue one.

I blew an irritated breath as I made my way through the parking space to the road, ignoring my inner conscience.

"So, is this the crazy girl you couldn't stop talking about?" He asked after a moment of silence.

I answered with a deadly stare.

"Fine. The girl you couldn't stop glaring and muttering curses about?"

I replied with a stiff nod.

A smug look appeared on his face and he opened his mouth to say something. But catching onto his intentions, I stopped him.

"Not a word, Sid." I warned.

He pouted and grumbled something along the lines 'party pooper', crossing his arms over his chest and looking out of the window.

I rolled my eyes at his childishness. He is 23 yet still behaves as if he's in kindergarten.

I had told him about that incident yesterday and he cried (not literally) and then wiped his fake tears, blowing his nose on my expensive handkerchief because I had finally found my soulmate and he was so happy for me.

Soul mate, my ass. I scoffed at the thought.

According to him, every true love story starts with hate.

Bullshit.

There is nothing in this world such as true love. It's just a fucked up idea given by a fucked up person.

Sid switched on the radio and went through different channels, trying to find a perfect song.

You know, I've been taking some time

And I've been keeping to myself

I had my eyes up on the prize

Ain't watching anybody else

But your love, it hit me hard, girl

Yeah, you're bad for my health

I love the cards, that I've been dealt

Do you feel the same as feel....

Hmm. Nice song.

What? Don't look at me like this. Being a businessman doesn't mean I'm deaf to good music. Just stop believing in those cliche stereotypes.

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Fine. I was lying. I only know a few songs and that too because of the imbecile beside me. He is a big fan of One Direction. Consequently, I have heard their songs.

You know, I used to be in 1D (now I'm free)

People want me for one thing (that's not me)

I'm not changing the way that I used to be

I just wanna have fun and get rowdy

One coke and Bacardi, sipping lightly

When I walk inside the party, girls on me

F1 type Ferrari, 6 gear speed

Girl, I love it when your body, grinds on me

Oh yeah......

I peeked a glance at Sid. He was swaying his head with the beat of music, his fingers thrumming on his knees.

My eyes widened in horror as I realized something.

Oh no!

How could I forget?

How could I?

I felt like banging my head on the steering wheel.

God help me now!

Fuck.

I was going to die in the next 5 seconds.

5

4

3

2

1

And here we go...

You know, I love it, when the music's loud

But c'mon strip that down for me, baby

Sid started singing along, horrendously. And believe me when I say it, he sounds like a dying hyena when he sings.

How could I forget those ear buds?

Now there's a lot of people in the crowd

But only you can dance with me

So put your hands on my body

And swing that round for me, baby.....

How the fuck did I end up with him?

It's not like I hate songs or something. It's just that when you're best friends with the moron sitting beside me, who was currently planning to burst my ear drums with his 'wonderful voice', you develop a particular dislike against songs.

You know, since the day, I met you

Yeah, you swept me off my feet

You know, that I don't need no money

When your love is beside me

Yeah, you opened up my heart

And then you threw away the key

Girl, now it's just you and me

And you don't care about, where I've been......

I let out an animalistic groan. Every time I travel with him, I make sure to carry those ear buds with me. I don't know how I forgot them this time.

"Aww...Doesn't honey-poo like this song?" Sid mocked in a baby voice, pinching my cheeks.

I swatted his hand away and glared at him. The intensity of my glare could send anyone running for the hills but Sid. He just smiled cheekily and continued with his mission- Mission 'annoy Arjun'. He is the only one who isn't scared of me.

And maybe that girl, too.

Shut up.

After 20 minutes, 45 seconds and 2 milliseconds of painful torture and 5 One Direction songs, I dropped Sid to his house. Yes, I had set the stopwatch.

As I was already done with my work, I decided to go straight to my home.

On reaching my penthouse, I changed into sweatpants and went to the gym room, not bothering to wear a shirt.

I worked out for an hour or so. But even working out wasn't helping my case today.

Without wasting a minute, I went straight to the punching bag and started punching it furiously. It was a good way to channelise my anger. With her annoying voice going over and over in my head, I kept punching.

If anything, I would say that you are so desperate that you are following me, stalker!

Punch.

Can't you see? Then I suggest you go to an eye specialist.

Punch.

You know what? I don't care.

Punch.

Scared, Arjun?

Punch.

I was thoroughly exhausted by the time I was done. Wiping the sweat on my forehead, I decided to take a quick shower.

I was going to ring up Ritu to cook something for me but my phone started ringing at the same time.

Dad.

We just met a few hours ago. In fact, he was the one who asked me to go the cafe to finish the paperwork.

"Yeah, dad?" I picked the call.

"We need to talk." He said in a stern voice.

"Um. Okay."

"Come to my office. Right now." He hung up.

Something was wrong.

Left with no other option, I dressed in a white button up and blue trousers and went to his office. He was already pissed off after our last meeting and I had no plans of aggravating him further. The best option was to go meet him and listen what he had to say.

I found him seated on his chair with his hands on the table and fingers entwined. He smiled at me. I arched my brow but his smile widened as he gestured me to sit.

Something was definitely wrong.

I could sense it.

I sat on the chair across from him, slightly cautious of his unrealistic happy mood.

"So..." I prompted.

"I have chosen a girl for you." He said.

"For...?" I questioned though I knew what he was talking about.

"For your marriage."

I blinked once...

Twice...

And then laughed.

And laughed some more.

And some more.

I laughed straight for 30 seconds and then sobered, ignoring him muttering something along 'both are exactly the same'.

"I think we have already established the fact that I don't want to marry anyone." I said in a calm tone. I didn't want to fight him on this again.

His face hardened at this, his smile vanishing. "I am not asking you, son. I am telling you."

"Dad." I sighed and closed my eyes, pinching the bridge of my nose.

"Not every girl is like Meera, Arjun." He consoled but my jaw clenched at the mention of her name, my shoulders tense.

"I don't want to talk about it, especially about her and I am not getting married to anyone, not now nor ever." I said, dismissing the topic.

"Well, that's not up to you anymore. I have chosen a girl for you to marry. It's final and you are getting engaged to her in a week."

"What!?"

What the heck was he talking about?

I stood up from my chair.

"Dad, I already told you that I am not interested in this bullshit." I said, controlling my voice but I knew I was losing my cool.

"I am not changing my decision."

"This is not your decision to make. It's my life. You have no right to control it." My voice had considerably risen now.

"Don't raise your voice against me, young man. If you say no to this agreement, I won't handover the business to you."

WHAT?

"You won't be the CEO anymore." He shrugged.

I looked at him incredulously.

"You know what. Fuck the company then." I snapped. "I don't want it if it comes with such ridiculous terms and conditions. I would work somewhere else. Anything would be better than staying here and destroying my life."

I had my MBA degree and I was capable enough to find a job. I would rather earn less money and live in a small house than agreeing to whatever nonsense he had come up with.

I expected him to snap or shout at me, instead he stood up and came forward, chuckling slightly.

"Do you really think anyone would be willing to give you a job if I ask them not to?" His lips twitched in a cruel smile, his hands interlocked at his back. "Do you think I can't blacklist you?"

Now, this made me angry. I was furious.

How could he do that?

Singhania Industries is a big name in the business. Getting blacklisted by dad would pretty much mean the end of my career.

Dad could really do it if he wanted to. He was as stubborn as me.

"I...I don't care." I turned around clumsily and walked to the door, unable to think straight at the moment. Just as my fingers touched the door knob, dad's voice stopped me in my tracks.

"Your mother wanted this, Arjun." He said softly.

My heart froze.

"She wanted to see you happy."

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"This was her last wish."