"Who was he…?"<br /> <br /> Shravya — an innocent girl, pushed into a deep abyss of deceit and betrayal by her own lover.<br /> A terrifying night…<br /> An unknown face…<br /> And a moment that changed her entire life.<br /> <br /> To avenge her hum... "Who was he…?"<br /> <br /> Shravya — an innocent girl, pushed into a deep abyss of deceit and betrayal by her own lover.<br /> A terrifying night…<br /> An unknown face…<br /> And a moment that changed her entire life.<br /> <br /> To avenge her humiliation and broken trust, Shravya married that same mysterious man—<br /> But this marriage was not just a deal…<br /> It was a relationship entangled with pain, mystery, and a heart-breaking truth.<br /> <br /> Will that man become her confidant?<br /> Or will he be the cause of her ruin?<br /> <br /> Tabah Ishq Mein (One Night Mistake)<br /> A story where the lines of love, hate, and mystery will jolt the heart at every step.
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No response from Groq.
No response from Groq.
She couldn't blame anyone else, as Kartik had warned her multiple times that Varun was not a man of good intentions, that he was using her, but she had ignored Kartik's advice.
"What do you guys want to know? Shall I tell you why we broke up? Well, do you know what nickname I gave Varun Sharma... 'Three Second Varun'... yes, he doesn't last long in bed, he's like the apple of Sodom... hollow from the inside... so I ended the relationship with him, he pretended to love me to trap my father and take over his company."
A few seconds after Shravya finished speaking, everyone fell silent. Varun looked at her with a dejected face. One-third of what Shravya said was true, but how dare she call him Three-Second Varun? They had been together for three years... but their relationship had never progressed, so how could she say such a thing in front of everyone?
"Shravya, I understand how you must be feeling right now. However, you are defaming me by making up such things, evidence has been presented against Uncle Kian, my dad and other members of the company are also unhappy with your dad, and besides..." saying this, Varun adjusted his mood and resumed his gentle voice. But before he could finish, Shravya, with Varun's help, went straight to the President's office.
In this situation, the journalists had to focus on Varun again.
Kartik did not go inside the office. Instead, he waited outside. Shravya gently pushed the door and entered the office. Her father was sitting in his chair, holding his forehead with his right hand, and appeared very troubled.
"Dad..." Shravya called him softly.
"Shravya... you're here?" Mr. Kian smiled, which brought tears to Shravya's eyes, as his smile was so fake it looked uglier than crying.
"Dad, don't be sad. Grandma and I will be with you, okay?" Shravya tried to make her voice sound easy and calm, but failed, and when she saw some white hair on her father's head, she cried.
"Shravya, I won't be able to give you everything you want in the future..." Mr. Kian said, looking at the data on the computer, feeling as if a knife was piercing his heart at that moment.
"Dad, I don't want anything. I just hope that Grandma, you, and I can be together, safe and healthy." Shravya went to her father and gently hugged him, the one who had been protecting her since her birth.
Seeing his sensible daughter, Mr. Kian felt good, and he patted her back with his hand and asked her to pack her belongings.
Mr. Kian and Shravya came out of the office together. Varun had left, although the reporters were still waiting for them. As soon as they saw Shravya, they pounced on her.
"Mr. Kian, do you have anything to say about the accusations?"
"Mr. Kian, your Vice President said that they will not take action against you after you resign from your presidential post, do you have anything to say about that?"
"President Kian..."
Before the reporters could ask any more questions, Shravya countered their baseless accusations, "Why are you forcing my father to admit to things he never did? He has been framed by those wicked people. One day, evidence proving my father's innocence will be found, and then I will bring the whole truth to light."
The reporter asked curiously, "Miss Kian, are Mr. Sharma the wicked people you just mentioned?"
Perhaps the reporter was eager to create a stir, so he immediately grasped the main point and wanted to use Shravya's statement as spice in his news.
"I think I've made my point clearly. You will find out the truth one day." Despite not knowing anything about the company's business, Shravya was not timid and didn't let others trouble her father unnecessarily.
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Seeing the determination on Shravya's small face, the man sitting in front of the television slightly turned up the edges of his thin lips as if he were smiling. Beside him, his assistant Harsh stood anxiously, watching the news on TV intently.
"Boss, Kian Group is ruined. Should we still take over the group as planned?" Assistant Harsh asked, looking at Avyan with obedient eyes.
Without answering Harsh's question, Avyan pointed at the TV screen with his slender fingers, "Find out about this girl, I need every little detail about her."
His irrelevant words confused Harsh.
A girl? Mr. Kian's daughter? Did his daughter have anything to do with buying Kian Group?
Filled with questions, Harsh just said, "Yes, sir," and left.
With Kartik's help, Shravya and her father got rid of the reporters and went home in their car. Their villa was located in the affluent eastern part of the city, with fresh air and a beautiful environment; only Mumbai's richest families could afford to buy houses here.
In that vast villa, Shravya's grandmother had been waiting on the sofa for a long time. When she saw her son and granddaughter arrive, she immediately stood up, holding her cane.
"What's going on out there, Shravya?" The old woman with gray hair asked in a hurry, to which both remained silent.
Mr. Kian opened his mouth but couldn't say anything, as he didn't want to hurt his mother at such an old age.
With Kartik's help, Shravya and her father got rid of the reporters and drove home in their car. Their villa was located in the affluent eastern part of the city, an area with fresh air and a beautiful environment, where only Mumbai's wealthiest families could afford to buy homes.
In that sprawling villa, Shravya's grandmother had been waiting on the sofa for a long time. Seeing her son and granddaughter arrive, she immediately got up, leaning on her cane.
"What's going on there, Shravya?" the white-haired old grandmother asked in a hurry, to which both fell silent.
Mr. Kian opened his mouth but couldn't say anything, as he didn't want to hurt his mother at such an old age.
"Grandma, don't worry..." Shravya tried to explain to her grandmother, though she herself didn't know how to console them.
"Why shouldn't I worry? News has been reported on many channels today. What's going on? Tell me right now." Although the grandmother was old now, she used to dominate the business world when she was young. With a serious expression on her face, she struck the ground with her walking stick, making Shravya and Mr. Kian's hearts pound.
"Mother, please don't get angry, take care of yourself... you have a heart condition and shouldn't get angry..." Before Mr. Kian could finish, Grandma Urmila interrupted him.
"Be quiet... I know my physical condition." Frightened by Grandma Urmila's anger, Mr. Kian said, "You know, I lost my company."
She had lived for decades, but her closest friend had betrayed her, someone she had trusted so much.
"Why? Did you really commit a crime? Or were you betrayed?" Grandma Urmila was certain her son would never do anything wrong. However, she couldn't understand why this had happened.
"I didn't commit any crime, those people betrayed me. Vijay Sharma and Varun Sharma are the number one cheats." Saying this, Mr. Kian sat down on the sofa, and his memories pulled him back 20 years.
More than twenty years ago, they considered each other like brothers. However, at the same time, they fell in love with the same woman... "Amrita," who was also Shravya's mother. She had passed away in an accident ten years ago, but he still knew that Vijay Sharma had loved Amrita, and today's betrayal was the result of that unfulfilled love.
Meanwhile, the suddenly frail Grandma Urmila gasped for breath and collapsed unconscious on the floor.
"Mother..." Mr. Kian rushed towards her.
"Grandma..." Shravya, touching her grandmother's face, tried to bring her back to consciousness.
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At 5 PM, Grandma Urmila was sent to the hospital due to a heart attack. The operation was unsuccessful. That night at 8 PM, Grandma Urmila regained consciousness and passed away while looking at her son and granddaughter.
Her death shocked all of Mumbai, as she had a significant influence on the business world from the beginning, and when she was young, she was the dream lover of many men.
Many of her old friends attended the funeral to pay their respects, while many others who had good relations with Mr. Kian did not attend the funeral but sent wreaths.
Vijay Sharma and his son also came to the funeral, which enraged Mr. Kian, causing him to lose control. Therefore, Shravya called the guards and ordered the two of them to be thrown out. This incident was covered by the news media for a long time. Many concluded that Mr. Kian had failed to maintain his friendship with Vijay Sharma and proved too weak to protect his company from them.
After the funeral, the court put the Kian family's valuables up for auction to pay off their heavy debts, and their villa was also sealed.
Mr. Kian disappeared after leaving a note for his daughter, Shravya Kian. No one knows where he went... whether he is alive or dead.
Holding the note, Shravya stood in the rain with a suitcase, her face tear-streaked and confused.
Is this her dream? Everything was fine until a few days ago, and even her grandmother had happily chosen a birthday gift for her. How did things end up like this?
Although the words on the note were washed away by the rain, they were still recognizable. Shravya checked the note several times as she couldn't believe her eyes.
"Shravya... your mother and I found you by the river 22 years ago and brought you home. Now I have nothing. You should go find your biological parents. Goodbye, my princess."
Reading the note, she sat down on the road and screamed, "Grandma, Dad, and Mom, I hate you... why did you all leave me alone? I miss you all so much... Vijay Sharma, Varun Sharma, and Kareena Malik, I hate all of you... why did you all betray me?"
Saying this, she suddenly stopped and remembered that night, and once again she cried, "That man too... whom I don't know, I hate him too."
The rain grew heavier. Shravya couldn't bear both physical and mental pain and collapsed unconscious right there.
After she fainted, a limited edition car stopped near her. The car door opened, and secretary Harsh stepped out, put up an umbrella, and opened the rear door of the car. A man wearing gleaming leather shoes got out of the car and picked Shravya up in his arms. Then the car drove towards the hospital.
(To be continued:)
In the luxurious VIP ward of a private hospital, upon opening her eyes, Shravya saw a dimly lit chandelier. She felt something on her left hand. Rolling her eyes, she looked at her hand, and a cold liquid was slowly flowing into her body from her left arm. But the question was, where was she?
"You're awake?"... A cold voice sent a shiver down her spine. She tried to sit up but failed. Due to weakness, she lacked the strength, so she soon gave up.
Suddenly, a man in a white shirt appeared, stood by the bed, and stared at her.
Shravya blinked and thought about how handsome the man was. His attractive eyebrows, deep eyes, sharp nose, and thin lips spoke of his dignity and elegance. His tall and slender physique made him even more appealing, however, his cold, arrogant demeanor made Shravya involuntarily shrink her neck. This man seemed somewhat familiar...
"Who are you?"... Shravya asked in a low voice.
"I am your man.".... Avyan said without hesitation.
"Are you suffering from an illness?"... Shravya treated him with disdain, which surprised Avyan a little. He pressed the call button by the bedside.
After a long beep of an alarm, a group of doctors and nurses entered the room within a minute.
A nurse wearing a gauze mask gently helped Shravya sit up and placed a pillow behind her back so she could lean on it.
The man at the forefront of the group of doctors and nurses appeared to be about twenty-six years old. With thick eyebrows raised upwards and eyes as clear as the morning dew, he was carefully examining the medical equipment.
"Look at this... perhaps this girl has lost her memory.".... Avyan said to the handsome boy in the white coat.
Dr. Rehan, the 26-year-old doctor, was a skilled physician who often tended to the sick, finding it immensely entertaining to extract money from them. Being the son of the hospital's Chief Doctor, everyone respected him. However, he was cold and eccentric, with no friends, except for a few people he had known for a long time.
"I'm done... she's perfectly fine, and you can't keep calling us by sounding the alarm like that. There are other patients in the hospital who need us."... Dr. Rehan lifted his eyes from the medical equipment, and was stunned when he saw Shravya gazing at him with soft eyes and sighing.
With his hands in his pant pockets, Avyan broke their flirtatious exchange and said, "I understand, you may leave, Doctor."
Dr. Rehan glanced at Shravya, nodded, and left with his team.
Silence filled the ward after he left. Seeing Shravya calm, Avyan returned to the desk to check documents on his laptop.
"Hey... why did you go back there?"... Shravya blurted out. "Go on, don't you have a home? Will you cling to me? I'm telling you, you brought me from the hospital; I didn't ask you to do that. So I won't pay the bill. Leave after paying the bill."
She wanted to say more but stopped suddenly, thinking of something. Avyan just watched her without a word.
Shravya crossed her arms over her chest and spoke again with suspicion, "What happened to me? Did you do something to me and bring me here to act good? I remember clearly I was on the street... Did you hit me? I'm sure you hit me."
"No, slow down your horses, you were lying unconscious there..." Avyan gave her a simple answer and then refocused on his laptop.
"If that's the case, thank you. By the way, when can I be discharged from the hospital?".... Shravya became somewhat serious and sad.
"Tomorrow."... Avyan finished his answer with a single word.
Upon receiving the answer, a question arose in Shravya's mind: where would she go after leaving the hospital? Her grandfather's house? No, it was very far from here in the countryside. What about Radhika's house? Probably not, as her bed wasn't big enough for both of them to sleep on.
With her thoughts, she chose the last option. That was Kartik's house, as he had a two-bedroom apartment, so she could stay there for the time being and look for a job.
With this idea, Shravya decided to call Kartik again, but her phone had been lost somewhere during the party.
In such a situation, she had only one option left: to ask the stranger sitting in front of her for his phone. Although he looked cold, he might be warm-hearted since he had saved her.
"Excuse me, sir, can I borrow your phone?".... Shravya said hesitantly.
Avyan didn't like her calling him sir, so he said softly, "Avyan Kaveesh."
"What?... Shravya couldn't understand and said with her mouth open, "Oh, the leader of the lunatics, I'm asking for a phone."
She was making so much noise with her words that Avyan couldn't concentrate on his work. So, he closed his laptop and told her his name once again, "My name is Avyan Kaveesh."
"So what should I do? Whether your name is Baingan or Bhindi, what does it matter to me? Don't dwell on your name; it's not that special."... Shravya showed no interest in him, ignoring him as if he were Mr. India.
Hearing her words, Avyan's face froze even more, and his eyebrows furrowed very tightly. His anger descended upon his sharp nose. The next moment, he took large strides and reached Shravya in a couple of steps.
(To be continued:)
"Girl! Listen carefully, your man's name is Avyan Kavish. If you can't say it properly, shall I teach you writing and spelling?"... Avyan gritted his teeth, leaned over the bed, and got very close to Shravya.
"You are very strange... do you know me? How can you be my man?"... Shravya, flustered by his closeness, became a little angry. She couldn't understand why this stranger standing before her kept claiming to be her man. She remembered everything about herself, all the events before she fainted, so this person couldn't mislead her.
"Look, Mr. Vish... I don't know you, and please get your mind checked."... she said again, pursing her lips and turning her face to look out the window.
Then Avyan began to speak in a serious voice... "So your solution is that I am not your man and you don't know me. But Shravya, I know you very well. Your full name is Shravya Kian, your zodiac sign is Gemini, and you completed your graduation last month. Besides that, a few days ago you celebrated your 22nd birthday, and on the same day, you slept with a man in room 888 on the 8th floor of the hotel..."
"Wait, wait, wait!"... Shravya suddenly almost screamed. Who was this man? How did he know she slept with a man?
Thinking to herself, Shravya's eyes widened and her right palm was pressed to her mouth.
"You shouldn't interrupt me, Miss Aflatoon," he said, glancing at her body. "You're a B-cup, your waist measures 70 cm, and you have a black mark on your body... it doesn't look like a birthmark... although the mole on your chest looks like a beauty mark."
As soon as she heard this, Shravya removed her hand from her mouth and pressed both her hands firmly over his mouth. "Can you be quiet? How did you find out? Tell me! Did you see me while I was bathing? Or did you secretly record a video?"... she said, staring at Avyan, who looked very handsome beyond his expressions.
Seeing her sweet fear, when Avyan gestured for her to remove her hands from his lips, Shravya immediately pulled her hands back and rubbed them on the white sheet as if her hands had gotten dirty.
At this action, Avyan looked at this childish but stubborn girl with disdain, but without saying anything, he went back to the table, picked up some pieces of paper, and handed them to Shravya, saying, "Read this."
"A prenuptial agreement?"... Shravya was confused when she saw those words on the cover and lifted her head.
While Avyan, standing nearby, was serious and calm, he cleared Shravya's confusion and replied, "Yes... you took my virginity, so you have to take responsibility."
Saying this, Avyan easily dropped a heavy bomb on Shravya, which made her throat dry and she muttered to herself, "Oh God! This is the same man I was with that night... but why should I take responsibility? Look at his audacity... saying I took his virginity."
Lost in thought, she suddenly shouted angrily, "You stole my lines, mister, I should have said that." Her eyes almost bulged out because she couldn't believe this was the same man she slept with that night. However, she then spoke to herself internally, "Yes, it's him... Mr. Escort! Should I get out of bed now and beat him to death?"
"Alright. If that's the case, without wasting any time, sign the agreement. It's beneficial for you too,"... Avyan put one hand in his pants pocket and extended the fountain pen towards her with the other.
"No! I won't,"... Shravya refused and continued, "First of all, I admit that we both did something illicit, but still, we are strangers to each other. Secondly, I am so unlucky at the moment that I don't feel like getting married. And thirdly, what if you traffic girls? I know how to protect myself. It's true that we can't judge each other by looks. You being tall, dark, and handsome doesn't mean I trust you."
After listening to her long speech, Avyan rubbed between his eyebrows with his fingers. His head started to ache a little, as this was the first time any girl had rejected him. Worse still, this girl was extremely talkative.
Calming himself down, Avyan turned this new relationship into a deal. "If you marry me, I can help you find your foster father and your biological parents. I will put everything you want at your feet."
Avyan never regretted anything in his life. However, at this moment, he felt something akin to regret, and he thought to himself, "She is so arrogant! Just wait, girl... I will win you over and swallow your pride too."
Shravya seemed a little calmer after his words and asked seriously, "What is your name?"
"You're amazing, girl. This is the first time I'm telling someone my name this many times, you've set a new record. Anyway, my name is... Avyan Kavish,"... Avyan said irritably.
Listening to the name carefully, Shravya remembered that she had heard of this person before. A great man in the business world, mysterious, low-profile about his personal life, extremely powerful, had lived abroad for a long time, and so many other things flashed in her mind at once. However, she didn't think it was right to believe it and narrowed her eyes, asking, "How can you prove your identity? An ID card is useless, as it can be forged. So first, give proof that you are indeed Avyan Kavish and that I slept with you that night."
"Proof?"... Avyan raised his eyebrows and suddenly leaned forward to kiss her lips. "If you don't believe me, I can repeat our first night here. I remember everything very well... your rapid breaths and your racing heart."
(To be continued:)
No response from Groq.
As she watched herself being ignored, Shravya maintained her calm and, leaning in closer to Avyan, spoke through gritted teeth, "A little while ago, I touched you, Mr. Kavish. That caused all your poison to get on my hands. If I eat like this, I'll die, and you'll become a widower just five hours after our wedding." Upon hearing her, Avyan lifted his eyelids, and after staring at her for about two minutes, he said, "Go wash your hands in the kitchen." "Thank you," Shravya said, wincing, and turned to head into the kitchen. While washing her hands, she saw Neha walking towards her with serving bowls in both hands. Finishing washing her hands quickly, Shravya stepped forward, took a serving bowl from Neha's hands, and said, "I'll help you." "No, no need, ma'am. I can..." Neha said hastily, but Shravya smiled, cut her off, and said, "No problem, I don't have anything to do anyway, so let me help." Seeing both of them come out of the kitchen, a faint smile appeared on Avyan's lips. He didn't find Shravya to be pretentious; as he watched her helping Neha, he was drawn to her simple nature. After placing the serving bowls on the table, Shravya sat down in the chair right across Avyan. Neha served food on her plate and returned to her tasks. Shravya said, "Neha auntie, why don't you join us for dinner?" While saying this, she carefully glanced at Avyan's face. He was eating a piece of paneer without any rush. Since she didn't see any trouble with Neha being invited to the dining table, Shravya said again, "Auntie, it's so delicious. Why don't you sit with us?" "No, thank you, ma'am. You enjoy your meal with my sir. I forgot to buy cleanser, so I need to go buy it now," Neha said, washing her hands, putting on her shoes, and preparing to go out. "Alright, then. It's dark outside. Please be careful," Shravya said, waving her hand. After Neha left, Shravya picked up her spoon and started staring at her food. The dining table was filled with different recipes. She hadn't eaten properly for quite some time, so her hunger was evident in her eyes. Despite having a stranger at the table, she finally had the chance to enjoy a meal. Perhaps in a few days, they wouldn't be strangers anymore. Shravya glanced at Avyan, who was eating calmly. After finishing his meal, Avyan lifted his head and saw that Shravya's plate still had about a third of the rice and paneer left. So, he sat back comfortably, gazing at his phone. Maybe he was afraid that if he got up from the table, she wouldn't finish her food and would leave with him. On the other hand, Shravya realized he was sitting there just for her, so she quickly finished her meal, wiped her mouth, and got up to clear the table. Watching this, Avyan crossed his arms over his chest and observed her awkwardly arranging the plates. "Did you used to do this at your home?" Avyan asked, closely examining her face. "No, I never did," Shravya replied, recalling her past life and welling up with tears. At her home, she certainly didn't need to do such small things. As soon as she woke up, slippers would be placed under her feet, and she'd walk towards a bathtub filled with hot water, holding a cup of coffee in her hands. But now things are different; she's homeless, and perhaps she should stop treating herself like a princess and start working. Seeing her tears, Avyan became uncomfortable. He had never calmed a crying girl before, so he didn't know what to do. However, he said what came to his mind, "Shravya, from now on, this is your home. You're not a guest. Don't do these things. Live like you used to at your dad's house. If you need more servants, I can get them for you." While saying this, Avyan snatched the empty bowl from her hands and grasped her wrist to lead her upstairs, "Wherever I stay, that will be your home." Shravya looked at his large hand on her thin wrist, feeling tired and wanting rest. So, she followed him quietly. When they reached the second floor, Avyan didn't let her enter her room. Instead, he took her to the study room. "I'm really tired. Can we talk tomorrow?" Shravya asked, seeing Avyan searching for something. Avyan didn't respond and pulled out two cards from his desk drawer, handing them to her, "I don't have cash right now, so take these cards and buy whatever you want. Keep them with you." Shravya looked down, stared at the cards, and was taken aback by one of them - a limited edition VIP black card. Only 88 such cards had been issued worldwide, with no credit limit. She could spend as much as she wanted, buy whatever she liked, and fulfill all her desires. However, she hesitated to take the card and pondered several questions in her mind. After much contemplation, she raised her head and looked at Avyan, who had a poker face. This left her even more perplexed. Why was he treating her so well when they were just strangers? Was it just because they had spent their first night together? "Why are you giving me this? I don't love you. Are you sure I won't run away with it? I have no feelings for you, and it seems like I never will, because I've already experienced true love and was deceived. Varun was my first love..." Before Shravya could say more, Avyan interrupted her. Perhaps his mood was a bit upset, and he was also angry. "Go to sleep early. We'll go for the marriage registry tomorrow," he said abruptly, handing her the cards and pushing her out of the door, closing it behind her. Was he angry? Shravya looked at the closed door of the study room but couldn't draw any conclusions. Heading towards her room, she looked at the cards several times and finally smiled. Alone in her room after spending the day with Avyan, she was filled with numerous thoughts and imaginations, causing tears to well up in her eyes. Her father had lost his company, her grandmother had passed away, her father had left her, and now he was also missing. She had lost everything because of Vijay, his son Varun, and their betrayal. She had been deceived by her friend and had to endure people's toxic words. As she thought about it, Shravya became sad and sat on the swing in the balcony, searching for her place in the dark night sky. Tears flowed down her face. Although she had tried to appear strong throughout the day, at this moment, the suppressed pain burst out. Meanwhile, Avyan wanted to ask Shravya about her ID proof. So, he went to her room but before knocking on the door, he heard her sobbing. Her sobs strangely pierced his heart. So, he quietly opened the door and peeked inside, trying to assess Shravya's condition. However, Shravya was curled up on the swing in the balcony. He had thought of her as a strong woman who didn't care about anything, but at this moment, she seemed extremely sensitive and innocent. He walked silently and stood behind the swing, embracing her. Shravya suddenly felt a hug and stopped crying immediately. When she realized it was Avyan who was hugging her, she became even more sorrowful and continued to cry... "Why are you here? You caught me crying. I'm so ashamed! My nose is also running while crying."
No response from Groq.
No response from Groq.
After dinner at the restaurant, Avyan lifted Shravya from the chair and walked towards the car with her bag in his hands. Shravya did not bother to take her bag from him, although she followed him until they both reached the roadside. Soon a black car stopped, and as Shravya got in, Avyan said, "Let's go to the mall."
It took the driver only six minutes to reach the mall in front of the car. Shravya got out of the car and once again followed Avyan's lead. The mall was well organized, with jewelry on the first floor, skincare products and beauty accessories on the second floor, women's clothing and bags on the third floor, men's clothing on the fourth floor, household items on the fifth floor, outdoor equipment on the sixth floor, liquor stores on the seventh floor, and diamond shops on the eighth floor.
Avyan wanted to appease her anger through shopping, so instead of wandering around, he took her directly to the diamond shop. All the shopping guides were in uniform. Since Shravya had been to this shop many times before, she knew many of them. However, they did not give her much attention because the person standing with her appeared very attractive and wealthy.
Shravya was still wondering why Avyan had brought her here. "Will he buy her a ring? Probably not! Although they have a marriage certificate, both of them know that this relationship is not for love. They both have a motive behind this marriage, though she doesn't know what Avyan wants."
Is it because they spent their first night together? As he said, he had never been close to anyone. She was not foolish; she knew very well that Avyan was getting close to her with a motive. But now, she had nothing left to lose; the only thing she could repay him with was her body...
"Come here! Do you like this?" Avyan interrupted her wandering thoughts, causing Shravya to snap out of her reverie and walk towards him.
"Hello, madam! This diamond ring is a new design by international designer M.K. It was brought to Mumbai yesterday. Red diamonds have been used in this ring. There are only three such red diamonds in the world—one was gifted by M.K. to his wife, and one has already been bought. Now, only this last one is left. Would you like to try it on?" The shopping guide presented a beautiful ring to Shravya.
However, Shravya whispered softly to Avyan, "Why are you buying this? We don't need it in this useless relationship..."
"Did anyone ask for your opinion? Try it on..." Ignoring her, Avyan took her hand and slipped the ring on her finger the next moment.
Shravya stared at the ring, which was glistening like lava on the fourth finger of her left hand. Then Avyan leaned close to her ear, and she felt Avyan's lips brushing against her ear... "There's no need to take it off; it was made for you."
Shravya raised her eyelids to look at him, although she still did not want to accept such an expensive ring. Her soul could not bear him spending his money on her when there was no relationship between them despite being married.
"I will pay by card," Avyan said, taking out a card from his wallet and handing it to the shopping guide without blinking. The shopping guide looked very surprised when she said, "Sir, this ring costs 29 million. Would you still like to buy it?" The shopping guide's face showed that she couldn't believe such an expensive ring would be sold so easily.
"Yes, please." Avyan replied simply, without changing his serious expression, making the guide smile and start preparing the bill.
"Wait!" Shravya immediately stopped the shopping guide and pulled down Avyan's sleeve, causing Avyan to obediently lower his head and bring his ear close to his mouth. "Doesn't it seem too expensive? Anyway, our marriage is a deal that won't last long, so you don't need to spend so much money on me. I won't give you anything later."
After listening carefully to her, Avyan nodded slowly and said in a low voice, "Don't worry, I won't take anything from you. Consider it a 'muh dikhai' (a gift given to a bride by the groom's family upon their first meeting) from my side." Saying this, Avyan stood up straight and looked at the shopping guide. "Make the bill."
On the other hand, Shravya was still against accepting such an expensive ring, so she tried to stop him. "Avyan." However, before she could say anything further, Avyan gave her a sharp look and turned away after paying the bill.
Shravya pouted and stood in the corner. "Stubborn, scoundrel, idiot, arrogant, fool, snake, poisonous, animal..."
After taking the ring, they both walked towards the elevator, and Shravya started walking away from him, her heels' sound indicating her anger. Her furrowed brows and flared nostrils on her round face were attracting Avyan's attention.
As they stood inside the elevator, Avyan looked at Shravya, who was walking a short distance away, and raised his arms to the buttons without waiting for her to come inside. Seeing his intention to press the button, Shravya rushed into the elevator, making Avyan feel a little strange and happy because his lovely wife looked childish and angry.
There was no one else in the elevator with them, so Shravya stood in a corner far from him, taking deep breaths. When they reached the ground floor, Avyan actively held her hand and said, "Let's go home, or do you want to eat something else? Would you like ice cream?"
Seeing his grip, Shravya initially tried to pull away. However, the more she tried, the stronger Avyan's grip became. She finally gave up and said angrily, "I don't want to eat anything." After this, Avyan casually released her hand and opened the car door, but instead of sitting in the front, Shravya opened the rear door of the car and sat angrily on the back seat.
"Come to the front seat," Avyan said expressionlessly.
"No!" Shravya slumped on the back seat and closed her eyes, as if refusing to see him. Avyan sat in the driver's seat, calmly turned on the radio, and played a romantic song, saying, "Okay, I'll also turn up the volume of the song and come to the back seat of the car. If you wish, I can't refuse? Anyway, it will be a good experience in the car."
"What are your intentions?" Shravya quickly straightened up and saw Avyan's mischievous gaze in the rearview mirror.
"If I told you my intentions, you would be embarrassed." As soon as Avyan said this, Shravya said again, "Animal." After which, she opened the back door and reluctantly came and sat in the front seat. Avyan started the car with a slight smile, and the car moved forward.
As they were leaving the parking lot and passing a white Ferrari sports car, a girl with wavy brown hair (Karina) sitting in the front passenger seat looked at the luxury car in surprise because she couldn't believe what she was seeing. Karina stuck her head out of her car window and began to carefully observe Shravya, who had been missing for a long time, sitting in the front seat of the Maybach car passing in front of her.
"What are you looking at?" Varun looked at his fiancée Karina as she was about to get out of the car while parking.
"I saw... I just saw Shravya." Karina looked closely at Varun's face, who frowned, unbuckled his seatbelt, and said nothing.
As he got out of the car and opened the door for Karina, Varun said angrily, "Why did you mention her? I don't like hearing her name!" Varun put his hand on her shoulder, and they both entered the elevator. Karina kissed Varun on the cheek and, with a smug smile, began to think, "Shravya Kian. You finally have nothing left. Look! The man you love the most doesn't even want to mention you."
Their elevator opened at the diamond store. Reading the banner of M.K. store, they both entered. When they reached the counter, several shopping guide girls were excitedly discussing something around the checkout counter.
"29 million! Oh my god! That rich kid paid the bill in three minutes. The girl who came with him was very lucky; I'm sure he loves his wife very much." The shopping guide's words reached Karina's ears, so she cleared her throat and informed them that someone else had also arrived at their shop.
"Welcome, Mr. Varun and Ms. Kareena." The shopping guides returned to work seeing these two wealthy guests. Kareena had been here with Shravya many times, so all the experienced shopping guides knew her name, and Varun was also appearing on every TV channel these days, so they recognized Varun without delay.
"I asked your manager about M.K.'s new jewelry, I mean the red diamond. Show it to me; I want to buy it today." Saying this, she recalled her efforts to convince Varun to buy that ring for her.
"Sorry, Miss Kareena. The ring has already been sold. Shall I show you some other rings?" the shopping guide said sadly and apologetically.
"Already sold?" Kareena exclaimed in surprise. "What does that mean?"
"Kareena, it's okay. Let's look at other rings too," Varun said, looking at other rings. Anyway, he didn't want to buy this expensive ring, so he was secretly happy that the ring had already been sold and he wouldn't have to buy it now.
Kareena looked at other rings with a sad expression when the shopping guide said, "Yes. The girl who came with you last time to pick up her birthday gift—her husband bought that ring." The shopping assistant's unintended words made Karina feel hollow; her mind went blank for a moment. With great difficulty, she composed herself and suddenly said in a loud voice, "Shravya Kian?"
"Yes, that was her. You came with her last time," the shopping guide replied in a low voice. When Varun and Kareena heard this, they looked at each other and fell into thought. However, Kareena soon smiled and, twirling her fingers on her nails, said, "Traveling in an expensive car and such an expensive diamond ring—has Shravya become the mistress of some rich man? Because only an old man can be that rich. No young man can be so rich. If this is true, I would like to meet her and tell people that she has made herself a mistress."
"You're right, darling. Let's focus on our shopping," Varun said, laughing, and they both held hands and started looking at rings.
***
On the other hand, when Avyan and Shravya reached home, Shravya changed her shoes and went straight to her room. Avyan also entered the room late to her displeasure. "What happened to you?" Ignoring his question, Shravya opened her bag, took out her new phone, and started playing with it.
Being ignored by Shravya made Avyan restless, so he grabbed her phone and snatched it away, saying, "Why are you angry?" To his question, Shravya started shaking her head, as if she didn't want to answer him. Avyan had never met such a stubborn and brazen girl, and she never listened to him. Bored, he said in a sharp tone, "You are quite sharp, Miss Shravya Avyan Kavish."
"Oh! Try tasting it... I'm poisonous too; it's fatal in one go," she retorted, got up from the bed, and moved towards opening the windows. At her response, Avyan raised his eyebrows and pulled her closer by holding her hand. "Then a taste is in order, isn't it?"
"What?" Before Shravya could say anything further in surprise, Avyan captured her lips. The fire in his heart, fueled by their wet lips, consumed his control. Even after being intimate with her twice, everything felt like the first time to Avyan. His obsession with Shravya was growing. He was becoming addicted to Shravya's scent and the warmth of her breath.
Resisting Avyan, Shravya pushed him away. "What's wrong with you? I want to stay away from you."
After composing herself, Avyan raised his irritated eyelids and saw Shravya flushed like a newborn. Her cheeks were red with embarrassment, and her nose was shining pink from crying.
Avyan was a bit upset by Shravya's refusal. He sat on the sofa, suppressed the anger brewing in his mind, and asked, "How old are you?"
Shravya squeezed her eyes shut. "26! I'm 26."
"Then what's the problem with you coming close to me? Are you still thinking about Varun?" Avyan asked in a serious tone.
Shravya sat on the bed opposite him, legs folded, and said with her arms crossed, "How old are you?"
"31! Why?" Avyan replied with a question.
Shravya got annoyed. "Look! You are five years older than me. You should listen to me. You shouldn't say 'no' to what I want to do. You shouldn't force me to do what I don't want to do, you shouldn't bother me, and absolutely shouldn't come near me again and again..."
Avyan was taken aback by her resistance. She could have explained things simply. However, she also knew how to deflect, especially since she had avoided answering his question about Varun. Perhaps she still hadn't let him go from her heart. The thought made Avyan stand up from his place. "Looking at it, this is the first night of our marriage, and we shouldn't ruin it like this."
"Marriage!" Shravya laughed. "You call this a marriage? Signed on a paper, and it's a marriage, no circumambulation, no mangalsutra... Do you want to make me a paper mistress?"
"For me, this is marriage. Whether I perform the circumambulation or tie the mangalsutra! Don't expect any such thing from me. Anyway, our relationship is not in the public eye, and I don't want it to be. And to be honest, I have no interest in these rituals," Avyan said sternly.
Shravya's heart ached at his words. She gazed at Avyan for a long time, then said in a subdued voice, "To me, you are a man full of secrets; I can't trust you. You refused to bring me out in front of the world and showed me unnecessary pity. I don't even know what your motive is behind this marriage with me, knowing that you are only using me for your physical needs... Why should I let you do as you please with my body? If you leave me tomorrow, will anyone else accept me?"
As Shravya finished speaking, Avyan got up from his place and walked towards her. Finally, he cupped Shravya's chin and forced her to look at him. "I've told you before, the less you know about me, the better. Anyway, this is not a marriage, it's a deal... You have to find your dad and take your revenge, and I'm helping you with that, so in return, it's only fair that you accept my closeness. My interest in you grew from the night you tried to bring me to bed."
"You are despicable. I thought you were something else until now, but you have no mercy. You are a fallen person who is taking advantage of my helplessness," Shravya said fearlessly, grinding her teeth in anger.
Seeing no trace of fear in her eyes, Avyan was once again attracted to her. Laughing, he removed his fingers from her chin. "Your sharp tongue attracts me even more. Although I'm leaving you today, it won't be like this every time. You can't throw tantrums every night; I don't like fussy women."
After a lengthy conversation, instead of leaving the room, Avyan headed towards the bathroom, and Shravya finally breathed a sigh of relief.
As he had promised, he wouldn't do anything with her that night, so she carelessly changed her clothes in the room and, wearing a soft silk long nightgown, snuggled into bed.
Since she had spent the whole day roaming around, she fell asleep even before Avyan returned to the room.
Upon exiting the bathroom, Avyan was wearing a soft satin bathrobe. His hair was wet and hung over his forehead, from which a drop or two of water dripped every now and then.
Seeing Shravya asleep, he turned towards the sofa. Even while sitting there, he kept gazing at Shravya. His heart repeatedly told him to go to the bed and embrace her in his arms, but he didn't move from his spot and finally got up in the middle of the night and left the room.
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Shravya woke up late the next morning. Yet, she felt so lazy that she struggled even to go to the bathroom to bathe.
After getting dressed, she went downstairs to find something to eat. She was standing in the kitchen with the refrigerator open when Neha said from behind, "Madam, shall I heat your food?"
Shravya turned around and nodded in agreement. Neha smiled and took the food out of the refrigerator, then continued, "Sir has gone to the office. Before leaving, he ordered me to feed you well and to ask for your permission whether I can hire two more servants in this house?"
"Yes, absolutely. You can hire as many servants as you need for your help." Shravya hopped onto the stool and said, hearing her stomach growl, "Auntie, please serve the food quickly; I'm very hungry."
"Yes, yes, it's almost ready," Neha said, serving the food on the dining table. As soon as she got off the stool and sat on the chair, Shravya started stuffing food into her mouth rapidly. Neha smiled at the speed of her eating and told her to eat slowly.
After eating, Shravya watched TV for about an hour, then got up and went to her room, where she spent an hour playing with her new phone. As soon as she logged into her old phone account, she saw a flood of messages arriving. Among them were messages from Varun, Kareena, Radhika, and her best friend Kartik.
Ignoring all their messages, Shravya took a selfie with the ring and posted it on Insta with the caption, "Dad, I got married. Where are you?"
The post soon received plenty of likes and comments, including one from Kartik: "Where are you? Come meet me at Gravity Nightclub."
Taking his message, Shravya got up, put on a long chiffon frock, let her hair down, and applied hair fragrance. After that, she slipped on a pair of shoes and, with her purse, came into the living room.
"Auntie, I'm going out. It might get a bit late," Shravya told Neha before leaving the house. But Neha stopped her before she could go. "Madam! Wait a moment."
"Hmm... Tell me, what is it?" Shravya waited a little as she saw Neha approaching her with her old steps. Soon, Neha handed her two keys. "Shravya Madam! This one is the key to the villa, and this one is for Avyan Sir's car. He said you can take his car if you need to go somewhere."
"Oh!" Shravya took both keys, bid them goodbye, and headed towards the garage.
In the garage, a brand-new white Maserati sports car was parked. Seeing this car reminded Shravya of her pink BMW, which her father had gifted her on her 20th birthday. That car was very close to her heart, though she didn't know who had it now.
Starting the car, she played a song on the radio and popped a piece of gum into her mouth. Soon, her car was speeding down the road. She had loved car racing from the beginning, so there was no doubt that she was a good driver.
Before going to the club, Shravya went to meet her friend Radhika at her boutique shop. There, a slender Radhika seemed very tired while attending to her tasks, although her beauty was indescribable.
"Radhika!" At Shravya's voice, Radhika turned and, the next moment, ran and hugged her. "Where were you? I was about to die of worry."
"I'm fine now... But if you hug me like this for any longer, I'll die," Shravya said, laughing.
Moving away from her, Radhika took a break from work, and the two headed towards a cafe. After ordering coffee, Shravya showed Radhika her ring and said, "I got married."
As soon as she heard this, Radhika's coffee spilled back into her cup. "What?"
"To whom? When? Where?" Seeing Radhika surprised, Shravya recounted everything from meeting Avyan until then. Radhika listened with her mouth agape until Shravya finished her words.
Finally, Radhika frowned and said, thinking for a moment, "So you got married because you spent the night with him? But you don't know anything about him. He is completely unknown to you, and that's what's bothering you, isn't it?"
"Yes, that's right," Shravya replied indifferently.
"Doesn't he talk about himself at all?" Radhika asked, placing her hands on Shravya's.
"No," Shravya said softly. "It feels like he's just using me until his girlfriend or fiancée arrives here..."
"Don't worry, if he does anything bad to you, I won't leave him alive," Radhika said, trying to encourage her, but Shravya was still sad.
After chatting for a while longer, Shravya said to Radhika, "I'm looking for a job. Is there any job opening at the boutique where you work?"
Radhika noticed Shravya's expensive clothes, limited edition bag, and the sparkling diamond ring on her finger. She said, "Do you really want to do such a small job? Why don't you apply to a big company? You have a good degree too."
"No, it's not like that... Dad had said that I should take over his company, so I left my studies midway and started learning under Dad. But the situation is different now. I don't want to be dependent on Avyan. Can you talk to your supervisor about me?"
Before Radhika could react to Shravya's words, her phone rang. After that, Radhika had to leave in an emergency. She apologized to Shravya while talking on the phone and quickly left the cafe.
Shravya sat alone, listening to the music playing in the cafe for a while. Then she noticed the time; it was 9:00 PM. Since she had promised to meet Kartik, she paid the bill, left the cafe, and headed towards Gravity Club in her car.
No response from Groq.
No response from Groq.
Having said that, she focused on the license plate and was shocked, because she remembered every detail associated with Avyan, so she asked suspiciously... "Sir! Has your car been stolen? Because this car's number too..."
Before she could finish her question, Avyan said impassively, "No, I gave that car to my wife."
Upon hearing Avyan's clear words, Usha suddenly braked the car and, with a slight hesitation, asked in a surprised voice, "Sir! You got married? When? Why didn't I know about this?"
"Yes! I got married," Avyan admitted directly. Usha rolled down the car window and looked intently at the sky, wondering if it was raining red today! Her boss, whom no woman could tempt and who hated his fiancée so much, why did he secretly get married?
Before she could snap out of her thoughts, Avyan asked, "Where did you see my car? Why is that girl still outside?"
"Sir! The car is parked outside our new Gravity Club." Usha was still in shock and was not in a condition to drive. Although Avyan said, "Turn the car towards the club."
The car, which had stopped some distance from the club, moved forward and turned at the intersection. Outside the club, Usha parked her car next to the Maserati and got out, opening the door for Avyan.
Avyan got out of the car and leaned on the car door to light a cigarette. He had no intention of going inside the club. Then, handing his marriage license to Usha, he instructed her to check the photo on the marriage license and find that girl in the club.
Two minutes later, Usha came out of the club and said in a hurry, "Sir! Some people are fighting outside the restroom. I saw your wife there. Some boys had grabbed her and were forcing her..."
"Show me the way!" Avyan interrupted her and walked towards the club with a cigarette in his mouth. It took him less than three minutes to get to the restroom.
Seeing the scene there, he suddenly stopped and shouted loudly, "Stop it."
Hearing Avyan's cold voice, everyone was startled and stopped fighting involuntarily. They turned and saw a man in a white shirt standing a short distance away, with one hand in his suit pant pocket and the other holding a half-smoked cigarette. However, he was standing in the dark, so his face could not be clearly seen.
He was like an angel of the dark night, mysterious, ruthless, and aggressive. Seeing his cold and frightening aura, the rich boys left Shravya and Kartik and immediately scattered in the corridor, and none of them dared to make a sound. Now, only the sound of the DJ echoed there.
"Who is he? How dare you interrupt?" The youngest son of the Deputy Mayor suddenly shouted bravely.
Ignoring his question, Avyan looked at Shravya, who was sitting trembling on the floor, covering both her ears and squeezing her eyes shut.
"Shravya, come here." Avyan's words created a ripple of warmth among the people standing there. Shravya's ears caught his soft voice, and she looked up at him. However, seeing him did not bring her a pleasant feeling; instead, she was a little scared. Because even in her intoxicated state, she remembered that the cold man standing in front of her intensely disliked trouble and didn't want to call her his wife in front of the world.
Still, she got up and started moving towards him naturally. The closer she got to Avyan, the more secure she felt. She obediently stood beside him and, twirling her fingers, looked at him with a sense of guilt and said, "I didn't drink."
Kartik and Varun were stunned to see this new avatar of Shravya. Their jaws dropped in disbelief, and they forgot their pain. They had never seen Shravya behave so obediently.
"Sir, I have called the club manager Naman Kashyap, he will be here soon," Usha said in a low voice, but everyone present heard her and spat in fear.
Naman Kashyap was that well-known mafia boss of Mumbai who, despite his cruelty and murders, had never been caught by the police. If not for Avyan Kavish's support, he would never have been crowned the mafia king in Mumbai.
Within three minutes, a mere three minutes, Naman Kashyap arrived, buttoning his pajamas. His slippers were on the wrong feet, there were lipstick marks on his body, and sweat on his forehead, yet he looked quite handsome and powerful.
As soon as he arrived, he bowed his head in front of Avyan, "Boss, why are you here? Is there any trouble?"
Seeing him here, the rest of the people stood frozen on the ground in fear. It was surprising for everyone that even the biggest mafia of Mumbai city bowed to someone and addressed him as Boss.
Avyan's eyes were filled with anger because he smelled alcohol on Shravya's breath. She couldn't stand up straight due to intoxication and kept resting her head on Avyan's strong arms every few moments, closing her eyes.
"Stand up straight... Shravya!" Avyan pushed her head away from his arms.
"I hear the voice of the god of hell?" Saying this, she opened her eyes and waved towards Kartik standing in front of her, smiling, "Oh! Kartik, are you in hell too? Did Mr. Vish kill us both? You know he doesn't like people causing trouble."
In the previous chapter, you saw how Usha became suspicious upon seeing Avyan's car number. Avyan said he had given that car to his wife. Usha was shocked, as Avyan was married and no one knew. Avyan asked Usha to turn towards the car club, where Usha opened the door for Avyan.
Avyan gave Usha the marriage license and asked her to find the girl. Usha said that some people were beating up Avyan's wife, Shravya. Avyan intervened and calmed the boys down. The Deputy Mayor's son challenged him, but Avyan called Shravya to his side. Shravya obediently came to him. Usha called the club manager, Naman Kashyap, who bowed before Avyan. Avyan was angry because Shravya had drunk alcohol and was intoxicated.
Now onwards
"Stand up straight... Shravya!" Avyan pushed her head away with his arms.
"I hear the voice of the god of hell?" she said, opening her eyes and smiling as she waved at Kartik, who stood before her... "Oh! Kartik, you are in hell too? Did Mr. Vish kill us both? You know he doesn't like people causing trouble."
Kartik put a finger to his lips and motioned for her to be quiet, to which Shravya immediately pouted... "Now you're scolding me too? Mr. Vish took my life without telling me, but he's a cool guy... spending seven nights with him is even more inte...".
Before she could say anything further, Avyan placed his palm over her lips and leaned in close to her ears... "I didn't know you were so satisfied, but we'll talk about this at home."
Saying this, Avyan lifted her into his arms and, looking at Naman, said... "Don't kill them, although you can break their limbs." "No... don't do anything to her," Shravya suddenly interrupted, startling Usha and Naman, as both knew that defying Avyan was inviting trouble.
Avyan also fell silent and, contrary to his nature, paid attention to Shravya's words. Shravya was staring at him with eyes that could chew him up, and the next moment she punched Avyan in the chest and, frowning, said, "If you do anything to her, I will beat you to death."
Usha and Naman's eyes widened at this unbelievable scene; their strict and cold boss was clearly being beaten by a delicate girl, and there wasn't even a wrinkle on his face.
Finally, Avyan glared at Shravya and ordered Naman... "Let their friend go, and if they ever come here, don't give them alcohol. However, you can poison that boy."
As soon as he said this, another weak punch landed on his chest from Shravya... "Tell him not to poison my friend. Otherwise, I won't go with you, I will stay here and protect my friend."
Avyan closed his eyes, suppressed his anger, and the next moment, looking at Shravya in frustration, said to Naman... "Don't poison him."
Now, a little peace appeared on Shravya's face, and she silently hid her head in his chest. After that, Avyan turned and left the club without looking at anyone.
Naman, who had known him for a long time, smiled seeing that he was listening to someone and, scratching his head, turned back to those boys... "Kartik, you, go out and call an ambulance! The rest of you, come here, I don't have much time. My girl is waiting for me."
On the other hand, Usha increased her pace and followed Avyan. Reaching the car, Avyan placed Shravya in the back seat and sat with her himself.
"Sir! Your other car is at the villa here." Usha tilted her head towards the window, to which Avyan said, "Leave it there."
"Okay sir." Saying this, Usha looked intently at the woman sitting inside the car, then sat in the driving seat and started the car. She had a thousand questions in her mind at that moment, but seeing Avyan's stern face, she didn't dare to ask anything.
Upon reaching the villa, Shravya changed her shoes with her eyes closed and quickly ran upstairs to her room. Her mouth was full of vomit, so she opened the bathroom door and leaned over the basin.
As she vomited, her stomach contorted as if her intestines were coming out. Soon, the bathroom was filled with the smell of alcohol. After that, Shravya reluctantly gargled and opened the bathroom window to breathe in the fresh air.
As she vomited, her stomach contorted as if her intestines were coming out. Soon, the bathroom was filled with the smell of alcohol. After that, Shravya reluctantly gargled and opened the bathroom window to breathe in the fresh air.
Vomiting reduced her intoxication a bit, but she was exhausted, so she went straight to bed without bathing. However, her throat was dry, and her stomach rumbled with hunger.
But, facing Avyan, she preferred to go to sleep hungry and soon began to snore.
After waiting for about half an hour, when she didn't come down, an angry Avyan himself went to her room upstairs.
Seeing Shravya sleeping in the room, his fists clenched in anger; she had acted as if nothing had happened!
He went towards her with the intention of waking her up, but his raised hand stopped in mid-air, and he couldn't bring himself to wake the innocent girl sleeping peacefully. Pulling his hands back, Avyan picked up her phone and went to the study room.
Sitting on the chair in the study room, he muttered to himself... "It's okay, you can escape for today, but not forever."
In the study room, Avyan unlocked her phone and saved his personal number as "Husband." Then he opened WhatsApp and linked his account to it. He also noticed other social media apps on Shravya's phone that were not on his, so to stay connected with her, he downloaded those apps on his phone and followed Shravya.
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(To be continued:)
In the chapter, Avyaan tries to calm Shravya, but she starts to hit him. Avyaan orders Shravya's friend to leave and tells Naman not to give her alcohol again. Telling Shravya not to be given poison, Avyaan goes to the villa with Usha. Shravya falls asleep after vomiting in the villa. Avyaan goes into Shravya's room, decides to wake her up, but then doesn't. He unlocks her phone, saves his number as "Husband," and follows her on social media.
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In the study room, Avyaan unlocked her phone, dialed his personal number, and saved it as "Husband." Then he opened WhatsApp and linked his account to it. He also noticed other social media apps on Shravya's phone that weren't on his. To always stay connected to her, he downloaded those apps on his phone and followed Shravya.
After that, he put her phone back in the room and went to his own room, as he did not want to sleep with a drunken woman, especially when she hadn't even changed her clothes after vomiting.
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The next morning, Shravya woke up after 10 AM. With a severe headache, she washed her face, rinsed her mouth, and went downstairs to eat something.
Besides Neha, two other women were working on the first floor, who were probably not here. Both were around thirty years old.
Neha, who was assigning them tasks, walked towards Shravya as soon as she saw her... "Madam! These are new housekeepers, sir said I should get more servants for house cleaning! Will you meet them?"
Saying this, Neha called out to them, and the two came there and smiled at Shravya... "Hello Madam!"
"Hello. Please, all of you, call me by my name instead of Madam. I am the youngest here." Shravya nodded at them.
"Okay... we'll keep that in mind, Miss Shravya." They breathed a sigh of relief, seeing that their mistress was not arrogant like other rich people and it was very easy to get along with her.
Neha instructed them to start working and headed towards the kitchen to give Shravya a bowl of hangover soup... "Shravya dear! I made this soup at sir's request. He said to make a hangover soup for you. It tastes bitter but is very effective."
Saying this, Neha came from the kitchen with a bowl to the dining table and pulled out a chair, waiting for Shravya to sit down... "Did you drink too much last night? Alcohol is not good. Don't drink so much in the future. Look how pale your face is."
"Okay. I'll keep it in mind, Auntie," Shravya said, sinking into the chair. After finishing the soup in a few minutes, she slowly asked, "Where is he? Did he go to work?"
Neha knew who she was talking about, but before she could answer, Avyaan's loud, stern voice was heard from behind... "No! I was waiting for you to wake up."
At that moment, Shravya's heart sank to her stomach. She was so flustered that the bowl slipped from her hand and broke into two pieces on the table. Somewhere, she knew she was in trouble.
Her eyes widened at the breaking bowl, and her mind stopped working. The only thought running through her mind was that the earth would split open and she would sink into it, or she would run to her room so fast that Avyaan couldn't catch her.
Meanwhile, Avyaan took large strides and started walking towards her. Neha sensed the tension between them and quietly left.
"So, how was your night, Mrs. Kawish?" Avyaan stood right behind her chair, making Shravya swallow and say softly, "I don't remember."
"Should I remind you?" Avyaan leaned close to her ear. She felt his gentle breath on her ear and suddenly stood up nervously. "I remember, but I have work, so I'm leaving."
As she started to run away, Avyaan grabbed her night suit collar from behind and pulled her back into the chair. "If you move from here, my desire to punish you will only increase."
Shravya could do nothing but stare at him helplessly. She no longer had the courage to move from there. Avyaan ordered coffee from Neha and sat in the chair directly opposite her, sipping his coffee and said, "Drinking alcohol is your favorite thing, isn't it?"
"No! I hate alcohol. I just drink it occasionally to remember the taste," Shravya tried to brush it off with a laugh, but Avyaan was still serious.
"So, do you like drinking with Kartik?" Avyaan asked after taking another sip of coffee.
Shravya smiled again with a fake laugh. "What? With Kartik! We were just chilling."
This time, Avyaan's serious face looked cold and angry. He suddenly slammed his cup on the table and stood up. "You went to the club to chill? Don't you know what kind of people go there? What would have happened if I hadn't arrived on time? Are you so immature that you can't even remember that you are a young woman?"
Shravya cowered in her chair at his anger. She knew she had made a mistake, but no one had ever shouted at her like this before. Thick tears rolled down her round eyes onto her cheeks. Seeing this, Avyaan reluctantly softened his voice and sat back down. "Knowing Varun's intentions, you still went to that bar, drank alcohol, and when he misbehaved, you didn't even call me? How can you put yourself at such risk?"
Shravya, tired of crying, got up from the chair and said abruptly, "Okay! I made a mistake by drinking, I admit it, but what would have been the point of calling you! Huh? You saw that they tried to force themselves on me last night, yet you didn't even punch them."
Avyaan laughed mockingly at Shravya's words and the next moment, lighting a cigarette, said in a harsh tone, "So what did you expect? That I would get my hands dirty for you? Let me remind you that in front of the world, we are strangers to each other, and never expect me to slap or shoot someone for you. This is the principle of maintaining a transactional relationship."
Shravya was stunned by his words. Perhaps some corner of her heart ached, as evidenced by her tears flowing in streams, and she ran quickly towards her room.
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In the previous chapter, you saw Avyan access Shruti's phone, connect to her social media accounts, and save her as "Husband". Then, he avoids sleeping with her.
The next morning, Shruti wakes up with a hangover and goes downstairs for breakfast. Neha gives her a hangover soup and asks if she drank too much the night before. Avyan arrives, and Shruti becomes scared. Avyan is angry and questions her about her night. He warns her, questions her drinking habits, and scolds her for going to the club. Shruti admits she made a mistake, but Avyan clarifies that they are in a deal-based relationship, and he won't do anything to protect her. Shruti gets angry and goes to her room.
Avyan's anger hasn't subsided, so instead of going after him, he takes a deep breath and exits the villa.
After sitting in her room and sulking for a while, Shruti looks at herself in the mirror and touches her pink nose innocently, saying, "I don't need to apply blush after crying; I'm beautiful just like this, yet he yelled at me...what a beast."
As she starts to scold Avyan, there's a gentle knock on her door, "Shruti, can I come in?"
"Yes, Auntie," Shruti replies, rubbing her wet eyelids and sitting on the bed.
Neha opens the door slowly and stands with a tray, "Are you okay?"
"You don't seem to be, but I'll say I'm fine," Shruti responds, staring at Neha's face for a moment, trying to figure out why she's there.
Neha says, "I made dry fruit halwa for you; my mind often finds solace in eating it when stressed. Would you like some?"
Shruti's sad expression changes as she smells the halwa, but she shakes her head, "No, I don't need it. It's better I don't get used to these things; who knows when I'll need to leave their lives."
Shruti takes a deep breath and says, "Thank you, Auntie. You can have it yourself."
Neha mentions, "But I made it specifically for you. Your uncle has already gone to the company."
Shruti doesn't have anything to say now. She doesn't want to see Avyan or be bound by his restrictions and use his money.
Suddenly, her expression changes, and she picks up her phone, which was under her pillow. As she opens it, she sees a flood of comments on her social media post. Without reading them, she deletes all the messages and types "Thank you" in response to Ridhima and Kartik's loving comments.
After closing her social media app, she opens her contact list and calls Ridhima. Ridhima answers and says, "Be quick; I'm at work."
Shruti directly asks, "Did you talk about my job at your boutique?"
"Yes, I did. Come here, and we'll finalize your salary and working hours," Ridhima responds before hanging up.
As Shruti hangs up, she notices a new contact in her list named "Husband."
"Husband?" Shruti thinks, unsure because she never saved anyone's contact as "Husband." She stares at the number for a while and decides to call it.
However, she's somewhat afraid that Avyan might pick up, as he is her only "husband." She ignores the thought and turns to Neha, "Auntie, I need to go out for work; I'll eat this halwa later."
After Neha leaves, Shruti takes out blue cargo jeans and a white flower-sleeved top from her trolley bag. Since she didn't shower in the morning, she decides to bathe and then wear the clothes. After much thought, she decides to make a deal with Avyan.
She opens Avyan's WhatsApp account and types a short message, "I'm going to meet someone outside, Boss!"
Without waiting for a reply, she combs her hair. A new message from Avyan arrives, "Where and who?"
His three words carry anger and sarcasm, prompting Shruti to roll her eyes and respond, "I'm going to find a job and meet Ridhima."
Avyan writes, "There's no need to find a job."
Shruti disagrees, "You stop controlling my life... Goodbye!"
Shruti puts her phone in her bag and decides not to read his replies.
As Shruti leaves the house, she chooses not to take the luxury car, fearing that seeing her car might prevent her from getting a job. She walks a long distance, then takes a taxi, relieved to have a bottle of water from her bag.
At K.M. Boutique, Shruti stands outside the mall, thinking that she once came here to buy clothes, but now she's forced to work here. With mixed feelings, Shruti moves forward.
Ridhima works as a shopping guide in Ladies' Fashion. Before Shruti arrives, Ridhima informs her supervisor that her friend wants to work there. The supervisor meets Shruti and offers her the job after a brief conversation.
Shruti is beautiful, polite, and friendly, though she lacks work experience. The supervisor assigns Ridhima the responsibility of teaching Shruti.
Ridhima happily holds Shruti's hand and exits the supervisor's cabin, "Shruti, you took extra classes for dancing and acting in college. Why not try Bollywood or a TV series, or even a small ad?"
Shruti just smiles at Ridhima's question, recalling the offers she received back then. Some directors even visited her home, but she declined, saying she wanted to manage her father's business.
Influenced by Kareena, she dropped those projects and her acting career unfinished.
After learning about the job from Ridhima, Shruti returns home before evening. Neha gives her water, which she drinks before heading to her room. She notices Avyan's closed door and then moves towards her room, avoiding his study.
Avyan hasn't returned home yet, bringing her some peace. She lies on her bed, thinking about what to do if Avyan comes to her room tonight.
However, Shreyans doesn't return that night. After waiting for a long time, Shruti climbs onto her bed. Neha asks her if she wants to eat several times, but she declines.
Finally, she touches the empty bed next to hers with her palm and closes her eyes.
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On the other hand, Avyaan's inability to go to the villa was due to an overload of work. He checked on Neha several times during the night and finally learned that Shravya had gone to sleep without dinner.
He regretted leaving the villa in anger, but he didn't dwell on it. Busy with his work, he fell asleep on the sofa in his office cabin at two in the morning.
The next morning, Shravya woke up and first peeked into Avyaan's room. The door was still locked, so she realized he hadn't returned home last night! Was he truly so angry with her that he didn't even want to see her?
"How wicked, arrogant, and vile, from his very lineage," Shravya muttered, returning to her room. After bathing and changing, she slipped her phone into her handbag before heading downstairs for breakfast.
After breakfast, she thanked Neha and before leaving the villa, said, "When Mr. Vish returns home, tell him I've gone to my job."
"Yes, alright. Shall I prepare a lunchbox for you?" Neha asked as she cleared the table.
"No! You three eat. I'm leaving," Shravya said, waving her hand in the air, and left the villa.
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Her first day at work was difficult. Radhika explained the boutique's entire procedure and how to interact with customers, but it wasn't enough to gain experience.
After familiarizing Shravya with the work environment, Radhika began cleaning the store. Shravya, like Radhika, cleaned all the hangers and folded the clothes that had been scattered the previous night. However, she found the work extremely tiring and soon started panting.
"Shravya, are you alright?" Radhika asked worriedly, noticing Shravya's sweat-drenched forehead.
"I'm fine. I can handle it. It's just a bit warm," Shravya continued working. The boutique wasn't open yet, so the air conditioners weren't running, and in that short time, she was drenched in sweat.
After cleaning, Shravya washed her face, applied a little makeup, and joined Radhika. Customers had started arriving at the boutique, but welcoming them seemed more challenging than cleaning.
Seeing her hesitation, the shop manager instructed Radhika to teach Shravya how to serve customers, as those who came to her boutique were wealthy and distinguished people who took even small mistakes to heart and would leave the boutique in a huff.
After offending quite a few customers, Shravya, feeling guilty, went to the shop owner's cabin, where he was video-calling his cousin. He put the call on hold, looked at Shravya with displeasure, and with a raised eyebrow, asked, "Are you Shravya Kian, who went bankrupt a few days ago?"
Shravya felt embarrassed. She gently touched her nose and nodded, "Yes."
"Oh! So it's you," the shop owner said, looking at her sarcastically, then with a slight smile, added, "Alright, you can go now."
Shravya lowered her head and left. She still didn't understand why the shop owner had asked her to come to his cabin.
Meanwhile, as soon as she left, the shop owner resumed the video call and said to Karina on the screen, "News is that this is the same girl, her name is Shravya Kian."
"Then teach her a lesson! Properly! You can do that much for me, my dear elder brother," Karina smiled with satisfaction, to which the shop owner nodded in agreement.
Hearing his sister, the shop owner took some details from the manager and went directly to the salesgirls. Since Shravya wasn't able to please the customers, he ordered everyone except Radhika and Shravya to return to their places. Then he said, "Shravya, since you can't please the customers, you and Radhika will set up a small roadside sale for off-season clothes."
Outside, the sun was strong, and there was a hot wind, making it an invitation to illness to go out. So, Shravya pleaded with the shop owner, "But sir, it's very sunny outside, so much so that if we go out, we'll get roasted like fish. It's not right for you to make your staff do this."
"Look, you are no longer the daughter of a rich father, so give up this princess treatment and do as you're told, or you'll both lose your jobs. You have no standing, yet you argue so much," the shop owner said, intimidating her with his large eyes.
Although her words were harsh, they were true. She was no longer the daughter of a wealthy man in this city but the owner of a proud personality, so she no longer had the luxury of being picky.
"You both should start your work. You haven't come here to sit around or joke," the shop owner's voice suddenly echoed in her ears.
Radhika had done such work before. So, she pulled Shravya closer and said softly, "Don't worry, I'll manage. You just find some shade and sit."
"No! It's okay, I have to accept that I'm not rich anymore," Shravya said, her face falling. She was sad, disappointment and sorrow evident in her eyes. She remembered her old life when she was wealthy, and her father would fulfill all her wishes with just a word.
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Taking the off-season clothes out of the warehouse and stepping onto the street, the scorching afternoon sun felt like a burning ember. Shravya, shielding her forehead with her hand, began setting up the off-season collection stall with Radhika's help, and they both started shouting loudly to attract customers.
Some people would stop by, touch the clothes, and then leave without buying, which began to disappoint Shravya. Radhika, on the other hand, had managed to sell a few items.
Shravya's skin turned red from the sun in no time, and her whole body became sticky with sweat. Nevertheless, she didn't leave Radhika alone and continued to call out to people until five in the evening.
Finally, when their shift ended, they took the clothes from the stall and went inside the shop. In the cool air of the air conditioner, Shravya's sweat dried up, but her sunburnt skin still looked dry.
Shravya didn't even have the strength to walk, so she sat on a chair with the clothes. Seeing her condition, Radhika quickly brought a bottle of cold water, opened the cap, and handed it to her.
"Drink this, you'll feel better," Shravya said softly as she took the water from Radhika's hand. "Thank you."
"No problem, I understand you're not used to this," Radhika replied with a smile, standing under the air conditioner.
Just then, the shop owner arrived and, seeing them smiling, asked casually, "Did the clothes sell?"
Radhika nodded and handed him copies of all the bills. Shravya also got up from the chair and tried to read the expression on his face, which didn't look satisfied.
He took the bills and looked at Shravya as if searching for a mistake.
Shravya took a step back and said softly, "I sold some too... really."
"Then why have you been holding onto those clothes until now? You've completely ruined them... look how much sweat you've put on them. Do you even know how expensive they are?" Shravya was startled by the shop owner's sudden outburst. She quickly placed the clothes on the chair and lowered her head, saying guiltily, "Sorry, sir."
"Will your apology compensate for my loss? Who will buy them now?" As the shop owner's harsh words echoed, a loud and clear voice from behind reached Shravya's ears. It was so familiar that she couldn't help but turn to look.
"I will buy it."
Everyone present, along with Shravya, turned towards the voice. The tall man, dressed in a black Italian suit, wore a black mask on his face and Chopard sunglasses, which spoke volumes about his wealth from afar.
The shop owner, delighted to see such a wealthy man in his shop, stepped forward and said obsequiously, "Sir! Welcome, what would you like to buy? We have all kinds of collections..."
Before he could finish, the man walked past him and stood directly in front of Shravya, saying, "I will buy the clothes that this girl has ruined."
Shravya couldn't forget their conversation from the previous morning. She remembered that Avyaan had yelled at her and left her alone. He hadn't even come to pacify her that night. So, what was the meaning of him suddenly appearing in this shop and standing up for her? Was he regretting it? Or did he derive pleasure from doing her favors?
The shop owner didn't understand the man's words. His biggest question was why this rich man was only interested in buying those particular clothes.
"But sir! They are ruined... and this clueless girl has put her sweat on them..." The shop owner stepped forward to explain, but before he could finish, the tall man scoffed at him. "I don't like people who don't respect girls. You should think carefully before you speak, especially when a girl is standing in front of you. Just because she works for you doesn't mean you can treat her like a slave... Remember, this could ruin your life."
"What?" The shop owner's eyes widened. Although he didn't grasp the seriousness of the man's words, he continued, "She's just an amateur salesgirl, she knows nothing... she prefers ruining things instead of selling them."
As soon as he heard this, Avyaan removed his glasses and stared at him with incredibly cold eyes. His gaze was so intimidating that it silenced the shop owner.
Just then, Shravya took out Avyaan's black card from her small wallet and stepped between them, saying, "I will buy them."
Saying this, she glared at Avyaan and went to the counter with the clothes. The girl standing there looked at the black card in her hand for a long time, then shook her hair and said, "I didn't know you were so rich."
"Make the bill," Shravya said angrily, placing the clothes on the counter and trying to hide the black card behind her palm, as if she didn't want Avyaan to see it.
However, Avyaan had already seen it, which brought a smile to his lips. He had completely forgotten about this card. If he had remembered it, he would never have come to save Shravya.
The shop owner's gaze was also fixed on the black card in Shravya's hand, making the situation even more perplexing for him. Shravya was penniless, so why did she still have the black card? And if she owned this card, why did she need to work?
After paying for the clothes, Shravya picked them all up at once and walked out of the shop, glaring at Avyaan.
The shop owner felt a bit curious. He ignored Shravya and turned to Avyaan, asking, "Do you know her?"
Avyaan had no interest in answering his question. He strode with long steps and followed Shravya.
Outside, beyond the large glass door, Shravya stood by the roadside and began shouting loudly to people, "Free! Free! Free! Come and take them for free, branded and durable clothes absolutely free. Hurry before someone else takes them."
Within moments, a large crowd gathered around her. People grabbed whatever they could and left.
Avyaan, standing near the door, smiled proudly at her attitude. Until today, he hadn't met anyone who could match his attitude, but Shravya was completely different. There was something about her that drew Avyaan to her.
On the other side of the street, a man sitting in a white car noticed Shravya and recognized her at first sight. He had first seen her on a Paris trip almost two years ago, but she had soon disappeared from his sight.
Even after two years, the man's gaze was drawn to her, and he said with a wry smile, "Interesting girl."
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