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From my high-rise room balcony, I look down at the city that stretches out like a sea of opportunities and challenges. My name is Advika, a self-made multi-billionaire and the top businesswoman in Asia. In the business world, I am known for my sharp mind and ruthless decisions. People describe me as rude, arrogant, and the queen of savage replies. But outside the business world, I am seen as sweet, innocent, and fragileâthe beloved daughter of the Rajvanshi family, who can never say no to anyone. Yet, beneath this facade lies a broken soul, filled with sadness and hatred.
Life for me has always been a series of battles. From a young age, I knew that the world is not a kind place. Growing up, I saw how power and strength were necessary to survive and succeed. This realization drove me to build my empire from the ground up. I faced numerous challenges and obstacles, but I never let them deter me. Every setback was a lesson, every challenge an opportunity to grow stronger. Today, I stand at the pinnacle of success, having built a multi-billion-dollar empire through sheer determination and hard work.
In the business world, I am ruthless and unyielding. I make tough decisions without hesitation and strike deals that others consider too risky. Showing weakness is not an option. Every move I make is calculated, every action deliberate. My reputation as a tough, no-nonsense businesswoman is well-earned. People respect me, fear me, and often hate me. But in my world, respect is more important than love.
However, the world outside the boardroom sees a different side of me. To my family and friends, I am sweet, kind, and always ready to help. I play the role of the perfect daughter and friend, never saying no, always putting others before myself just to show others. But in reality, they are no one to me except my best friend, who knows everything about me. They see me as fragile and innocent, someone who needs protection. They have no idea about the other side of my lifeâthe side that deals with danger, power, and crime.
What they donât know is that I am also the secret mafia queen. Not even my family suspects that their sweet, innocent daughter leads a double life. As the queen of the underworld, I command respect and fear. My decisions in this world are as ruthless as in the business world. I have built a criminal empire that operates in the shadows, unseen by the public. My identity remains a closely guarded secret. Only a few clients who have met me in person know the truth, but they dare not reveal it.
I donât believe in love. To me, love is an illusion, a fairy tale that leads only to pain. I have seen too much betrayal and heartbreak to believe in its sincerity. My experiences have taught me to build walls around my heart, to keep everyone at a distance. It is safer this way. Depending on others only leads to disappointment. It is better to rely on myself and protect my heart from further pain.
My days are a delicate balance of managing my legitimate business empire and running my criminal operations. It is a life filled with danger and deception, but it is the path I have chosen. The world of books offers me an escape from this harsh reality. I lose myself in stories of love and adventure, finding solace in fictional boyfriends who can never hurt me. In the pages of these books, I find a temporary respite from the burdens I carry.
Books are my escape. I lose myself in stories of love and adventure, finding comfort in fictional worlds. These book boyfriends offer a fantasy that real life canât match. In these pages, I find brief relief from my harsh reality. I donât believe in real love. Iâve seen too much betrayal and pain to trust in it.
In the business world, my savage replies and ruthless decisions are necessary for survival. Itâs not an easy life, but itâs mine. And as I stand at the top of my empire, I know I will continue to fight, to protect what Iâve built, and to navigate the complexities of my existence. Because in the end, life is about survival, and I am a survivor.
I was deep in thought when my phone started ringing.
"Hello," I said in a cold voice.
"Maâam, the investor Chauhan's man tried to get the important information about our new project in your absence," the man said, fear dripping from his voice.
"Wrong move, Mr. Chauhan. Do one thing, get all the information about his illegal work into the media, burn all his factories, and donât make them aware of my arrival at their office," I said, walking into the closet to get my gun.
"But maâam, what is the need to go there? We can get him at our warehouse as we..." he was speaking when I cut him off.
"Do. As. I. Say. Zorawar," I said in a dangerous and serious voice.
"It's time to give you more information, Mr. Chauhan," I said, getting into my car.
I reached his place while his bodyguards were going to stop me, but I aimed my gun at one of the bodyguard's forehead.
"Dare to cross my path, and you will regret your decision," I said in a dangerous voice. I think they recognized me because my bodyguards as they backed off and bowed in front of me.
I entered his cabin, but he was nowhere to be seen. I sat there like the queen that I am. He entered with fear and horror dripping from his face.
"Swagat nahi karoge humara, Mr. Chauhan?" I said with a smirk on my face.
"Maâam, actually it was just... please, I thought you were not there, and also you are just a woman so..." I cut him off.
"Turn on your TV, Mr. Chauhan," I said dangerously, walking towards him. The clicking of my heels increased the tension in the air.
He turned on his TV, and the news channel started with breaking news.
"THE CHAUHAN COMPANY FACES A HUGE LOSS OF AROUND 10 CRORES. THE COMPANY IS ALSO INVOLVED IN ILLEGAL BUSINESS. SOME FACTORIES ARE BURNED, AND SOME ARE SEALED. THE OWNER, AAKASH CHAUHAN, WILL BE ARRESTED WITHIN A FEW HOURS, AS INFORMED BY THE POLICE," the news anchor said in a high-pitched voice, as if it were a declaration of war.
"You bloody sl..."
Before he could complete his sentence, I shoved a gun into his mouth while pressing my heel against his left leg.
"One more word, and you will be mercilessly tortured to death," I said in a cold voice.
He nodded.
"Run, Mr. Chauhan. Run. You have very little time and even less information," I said and left because I knew he wouldnât be able to run far.
I reached my office where I met a pair of eyes that made my blood boil and tears stream down my face I went there and slapped him hard
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Advika's heart pounded as she heard the front door open. She turned, her eyes narrowing with fury as she saw a man standing there.
"How dare you come here!" she demanded, her voice filled with anger.
The man raised his hands defensively. "Just listen to me, Aduâ"
"Don't utter a word!" Advika cut him off, her voice trembling with a mixture of hurt and anger. "How do you want me to react when I find out my best friend left for London without telling me and didn't pick up a single phone call? Wow, Kartik Oberoi. How do you expect me to react?"
Kartik's expression softened. "I'm sorry, it's just... it got complicated. I had to."
Advika shook her head, tears welling up in her eyes. "Why are you here?" she asked, her voice breaking as she moved to hug him tightly.
Kartik hugged her back, his voice filled with regret. "I'm really sorry, yrr. I'm sorry. Maaf karde mereko, meri nanhi princess. I got a call from your brother," Kartik said gently. "Your parents are trying to get you married soon, around the end of this month," he said with a hint of sadness and anger.
"I knew it, yrr. I don't have any options. I'm trying my best to avoid it."
"We have to think of something to get out of this," Advika said, her voice muffled against his shoulder. "Why the hell is everything so complicated?"
"We can't even tell them the real reason, yrr," Kartik sighed. "My life is all complicated. You're talking about one thing."
"Yrr, pata hai, aaj wo yaha hota to kitna maza aata," Advika said, her voice tinged with longing. "He would have given us so many ideas, pata nahi kya kya."
("Hey, you know, if he were here today, it would have been so much fun.")
"Ha na, wo ideas deta like telling the ladke wale you are a lesbian," Kartik said with a sad laugh, tears in his eyes.
("Yeah, right, he would come up with ideas like telling the groom's side that you're a lesbian.")
Advika laughed. "Ha aur mein kehti tujhe ladki wale dekhne ayenge to bol denge you are not interested in girls. He left us with an incomplete story."
("Yeah, and I would say, when the bride's side comes to see you, just tell them you're not interested in girls. He left us with an incomplete story.")
"He left because he was tired of everything, you know that, right?"
"Why did he leave us? How are we supposed to live without him, yrr?" Advika's voice broke as she started to cry, clinging to Kartik.
"It's been eight years, Adu. Forget about it. It's betterâ" Kartik began, but stopped as Advika's glare silenced him.
"How dare you say I can forget that night?" she whispered, her voice filled with pain. "I can never forget it."
Kartik hugged her tighter, trying to comfort her. "It's okay, it will be alright. Don't cry, yrr."
They stood there, holding each other, both trying to find solace in the other's presence. The weight of the past and the uncertainty of the future hung heavy between them, but for now, they had each other.
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On the other side, in Rajvanshi's haveli, Vidyut heated a voice which made him blank
"To ab tu mera mara hua muh dekhega, Mr. Vidyut Ekansh Singh Rathore!" his mother bellowed.
("So now you'll see my dead face, Mr. Vidyut Ekansh Singh Rathore!")
"Mom, what the hell are you saying? Don't you dare utter such things again," Vidyut snapped, walking toward the door.
His mother stood there, her eyes blazing with determination. "You have to marry one day. You are already 29!"
"Mom, why are you forcing me to marry someone when I don't want to?" Vidyut's voice softened, trying to reason with her. "I know it's a necessity for society, but I can't. It's justâ"
"I already met a girl. She saved me from falling, and also she is caring and so, so sweet. She is the daughter of the Rajvanshi's," his mother reiterated.
"What if she's just trying to catch you in some drama to marry me, like a gold digger?" Vidyut argued, his frustration growing. "People will take it as a deal marriage, Mom. Just a deal."
"You dare to say no to this girl and forget that you have a mother," she threatened, her eyes piercing into his.
"Please, Mom, don't say things like that. Okay, I'm ready to meet her, just ready to meet her, okay?" Vidyut conceded, his shoulders slumping in resignation.
"Yeah, my Raja beta, let's start the preparations," his mother said, her tone shifting to one of satisfaction.
"Mom, yrr, sirf milne ke liye ha bola hai, shadi ke liye nahi," Vidyut tried to clarify, but his words fell on deaf ears.
"I don't care about anything, Vidyut," she replied angrily. "I want you to meet her and finalize the thing."
"I just informed the Rajvanshi's about the meeting, and I know the girl is sweet. She will not say no, and I hope you also won't," she finished, her tone threatening, before walking away, leaving Vidyut standing there, angry and frustrated.
Vidyut sighed heavily, feeling the weight of his mother's expectations pressing down on him. He knew the meeting was inevitable, but the thought of it filled him with dread. He couldn't shake the feeling that his life was being steered in a direction he didn't want to go, and the sense of helplessness was overwhelming.
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