Casanova, bad boy, innovator, heartless man, ruthless, perfectionist... Aryan Kapoor was called many things. Success followed him and girls chased him, thanks to the heady mix of his brilliant mind, devilish charm and hunky body. Love, commitment and happily ever after... These were not meant for him. He learnt this bitter truth seven years ago from Chandni, his supposed soulmate. He felt nothing but hatred towards Chandni now. He has moved on... Then why is he still haunted by the romantic moments and passionate nights he shared with Chandni? And why has she come back to ruin his life again, after seven years? As they stood facing each other, it was hard to define the feelings on Aryan and Chandni's faces. Hatred? Loathing? A Sense of Betrayal? Or was there somewhere a suppressed feeling of a love that lasted... despite everything.
Mumbai, India
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Escobar Club 10 PM
Mia's eyes were glued to his high cheekbones and mischievous eyes as he danced with the two girls who were vying for his attention, their svelte and sweaty bodies almost blurring and blocking her view of his broad shoulders and the taut muscles underneath his not so casual shirt. Her favorite drink Apricot Mojito on the bar lay long forgotten and her ears were barely registering the peppy music everyone was grooving to.
"Not a chance darling! That's Aryan Kapoor. He rejected me twice already and I don't want to see my bestie go through the same humiliation." Her best friend Shay warned, as she slid onto the stool next to her.
"That of course is never gonna happen!" Mia gulped down her drink and walked away from the bar, her high heels accentuating her tall and curvy body as she approached Aryan.
Ignoring the wannabes, she moved closer to him and wound her arms around her neck, forcing him to focus on her.
"Don't you think you need a better partner... I mean dancing partner?" She tilted her face to one side and asked, as her eyes leisurely scanned his tousled hair and dark beard.
His soft chuckle was music to her ears. She inched closer, swaying her body in rhythm to the music.
Three hours later, Mia was in Aryan's BMW car, on the pretext of wanting a lift to her home.
"I was wondering why you didn't drink in the club. Now I understand." She smiled, as he revved his car onto the Linking Road.
"I love my car too much and hate going in taxis. Alcohol isn't the only thing that can give a high!" he winked at her.
She couldn't agree more. Be it his chiselled body with its distinct sweet smell or his confident and suave manners, she was getting turned on by the minute.
Mia relaxed back in the passenger seat as their car raced through the traffic of Mumbai, the city that never sleeps.
Things were going just as she intended.
She was careful not to show how long she had been planning this and made sure she sounded casual and intelligent enough to spark his interest.
Doing her homework about him and how he rose to become a partner in Synergy Inc in such a short span, thanks to his brilliant innovations, came in handy.
She would prove to her friends once again that she always gets what she wants.
She could not wait to see how he looked without...
"So where exactly is your home in Bandra?" Aryan's question interrupted her blissful thoughts.
She bit her lower lip.
"I just remembered! My mum's sister and her entire family have come to visit. Don't you hate relatives who drop in like that? Why don't we go to your place instead? Hmm..."
She noticed how his jaw hardened and Adam's apple moved as he gulped down, his narrowed eyes still focused on the moving traffic.
Her confidence grew. She leaned sideways and slid her hand down his ripped abs till it reached the button of his Jeans.
His hands gripped the steering harder and she felt the car speeding up.
Till he moved his hands away from the steering and held her hand, she didn't realise that the car had stopped.
By the time she noticed the fury in his eyes, it was too late.
"Get out!" He pointed with his head, and proceeded to bend over and open the passenger seat. Next moment her bag was thrown out.
Blood rushed to Mia's cheeks but she forced a smile as she observed the curious glances of the taxi drivers at the taxi stand, where the car had stopped.
"Why this sudden change? I don't understand Aryan. What were you thinking when you were flirting with me all night?"
"Having a good time with you doesn't mean I want to sleep with you. There is no point explaining to someone like you. Just understand that I have better standards! Now don't make a scene and get into one of the taxis there. Don't ever try to meet me or try this on any other bloke if you respect yourself."
His words almost sounded like an ultimatum but Mia's pride was too hurt to let go of him so easily.
"What a hypocrite you are! Is this why you turned down every girl who comes after you? How can you be so cruel and heartless? I liked you. I wanted us to bond together and this is how you behave with me. How dare you? I will show you who I am. I will make your life hell." Expletives flew from Mia's mouth as she got out of the car and walked unsteadily towards the waiting taxi.
Once he made sure Mia's taxi drove away, Aryan closed his eyes tiredly .
His life was already a hell, thanks to Chandni..
Chandni and her betrayal made him heartless and his experiences made him ruthless and cruel! Chandni and her family destroyed everything that was dear to him... his family, his home and even his identity.
Aryan's eyes flew open as the face and thoughts of the person he fought so hard to suppress filled his mind again... Chandni!
****
11PM
Flight 203, Delhi to Mumbai
Chandni's heart began to thud louder as their flight descended towards Mumbai Airport. The luxurious first class seat and cabin of her flight did little to soothe her nervous heart.
"Are you okay Madam? Do you need a drink?" The Air Hostess asked her courteously.
She shook her head and smiled weakly.
"It's... nothing. I hate Mumbai!"
Air hostess smiled knowingly and went back to the pantry.
I hate the man who left me broken and shattered and he was from Mumbai.
Chandni looked out of the window as the tiny specks of city lights became brighter and nearer.
Her last trip to Mumbai all those years ago left her with such bitterness and trauma that she never dreamt that she would come back to this city.
But fate chose otherwise and she was now moving to Mumbai permanently.
She was not going to run away, no matter what!
She was no longer the broken Chandni who fled Mumbai all those years ago, cursing her fate.
She survived every trauma and challenge life threw at her and rebuilt her life. With the help of her loving and caring family, she had studied and worked hard to acquire all the skills necessary to run a home as well as a company. She had been studying the portfolios of various companies they were about to acquire, but Synergy and their niche products roused her interest.
The sweet voice of the Airhostess broke her chain of thoughts.
"Madam, we will be landing very soon. Please buckle up."
Chandni nodded and checked her seat belt.
She zipped the leather bag containing the folders brightly marked with the logo of Synergy Inc, a small but successful enterprise which specialised in selling niche electronic and security devices for the Indian Army and Navy.
The Company's portfolio and their products fascinated her so much that began to study about similar products currently manufactured in India and abroad.
She may be lacking in experience in running a company but she knew that was not the cause of her nervousness.
It was him and thoughts of him.
Why was she being so irrational? There was zero chance of ever meeting him here.
He must be abroad, settled happily with...
The plane's back wheels landed on the runway with a thud and Chandni gripped the handles of her seat.
*****
10 AM next day:
Hotel Leela, Mumbai.
"Where is Aryan?" Raj Singh, CEO of Synergy Inc, asked with gritted teeth as he walked towards the Conference room.
Namrata Joshi, their HR director shrugged helplessly.
"Sir, we've been calling his number all morning but there was no answer." Sanjay Verma, their Executive Manager replied on behalf of Namrata.
"What will I say to Vikram Mathur now? He was so keen to meet Aryan and I promised him that Aryan would be here today. I am sure he was partying all night and has not even woken up yet!" Raj Singh's tone was furious..
"Sir, you know very well that Ayan is least interested in these meetings and press conferences. He would rather be in the lab working on his new model." Namrata tried to pacify.
"But that won't do anymore. Aryan is a partner in the firm now, thanks to my insistence and he has to work with Vikram Mathur."
Sanjay Verma opened his mouth but then stopped as he saw more media people walking towards them.
*****
Around the same time, Aryan honked his car horn as it reached the tall gates of the manufacturing factory of Synergy Inc. Young Joseph, who was the night watchman at the premises, rushed to open the gates and Aryan smiled warmly at him.
Aryan parked the car and got out and Joseph followed him towards the lab.
"How are you Joe?"
"I am fine Sir! You are early today. None of the Engineers are here yet. Do you want me to call them Sir?" he asked eagerly.
"No, I want to be left alone. Please don't tell anyone I am here and If I need something I will give a shout, okay?
"Of course, I know your routine by now Sir. Just pretend that you are not here. Got it." Joe saluted and walked away, while Aryan entered the lab.
He checked his phone. There were twenty missed calls and fifty messages... from people he wanted to avoid as well as people he loved dearly. He can always apologise to Raj Singh later.
He didn't sleep a wink last night and work as usual was his solace.
Aryan switched off his phone and began to work on his prototype model.
A collection of short romantic and slice of life stories that will make your heart beat a little faster or leave a lingering smile on your face. It will also have my observations or comments from everyday life and quirky snippets. Impulses... Inspirations... ramblings... snippets... call it whatever you want. Hope you have as much fun reading this, as I had writing it
Three years ago, Cecilia was left battered and alone by the man she loved most, Alston, yet she bravely completed the wedding ceremony while pregnant. Three years later, although they were married, they grew apart over time. Cecilia focused on her career, no longer foolishly believing in love. But her transformation instantly threw Alston into a panic... And what is the secret from 11 years ago that Cecilia has always been reluctant to reveal? *** "She went to a law firm, met with a lawyer..." A lawyer? Is Cecilia suing someone? Who? Is there any recent litigation against the company? Alston suddenly chuckled coldly, "Who could she sue? I'm the CEO of this company. How come such a matter doesn't come to me first?" The assistant swallowed nervously, speaking softly, "Sir, there's no litigation against the company. She met with... a divorce lawyer."
Everyone was shocked to the bones when the news of Rupert Benton's engagement broke out. It was surprising because the lucky girl was said to be a plain Jane, who grew up in the countryside and had nothing to her name. One evening, she showed up at a banquet, stunning everyone present. "Wow, she's so beautiful!" All the men drooled, and the women got so jealous. What they didn't know was that this so-called country girl was actually an heiress to a billion-dollar empire. It wasn't long before her secrets came to light one after the other. The elites couldn't stop talking about her. "Holy smokes! So, her father is the richest man in the world?" "She's also that excellent, but mysterious designer who many people adore! Who would have guessed?" Nonetheless, people thought that Rupert didn't love her. But they were in for another surprise. Rupert released a statement, silencing all the naysayers. "I'm very much in love with my beautiful fiancee. We will be getting married soon." Two questions were on everyone's minds: "Why did she hide her identity? And why was Rupert in love with her all of a sudden?"
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I received a pornographic video. "Do you like this?" The man speaking in the video is my husband, Mark, whom I haven't seen for several months. He is naked, his shirt and pants scattered on the ground, thrusting forcefully on a woman whose face I can't see, her plump and round breasts bouncing vigorously. I can clearly hear the slapping sounds in the video, mixed with lustful moans and grunts. "Yes, yes, fuck me hard, baby," the woman screams ecstatically in response. "You naughty girl!" Mark stands up and flips her over, slapping her buttocks as he speaks. "Stick your ass up!" The woman giggles, turns around, sways her buttocks, and kneels on the bed. I feel like someone has poured a bucket of ice water on my head. It's bad enough that my husband is having an affair, but what's worse is that the other woman is my own sister, Bella. ************************************************************************************************************************ “I want to get a divorce, Mark,” I repeated myself in case he didn't hear me the first time—even though I knew he'd heard me clearly. He stared at me with a frown before answering coldly, "It's not up to you! I'm very busy, don't waste my time with such boring topics, or try to attract my attention!" The last thing I was going to do was argue or bicker with him. "I will have the lawyer send you the divorce agreement," was all I said, as calmly as I could muster. He didn't even say another word after that and just went through the door he'd been standing in front of, slamming it harshly behind him. My eyes lingered on the knob of the door a bit absentmindedly before I pulled the wedding ring off my finger and placed it on the table. I grabbed my suitcase, which I'd already had my things packed in and headed out of the house.
On the day of their wedding anniversary, Joshua's mistress drugged Alicia, and she ended up in a stranger's bed. In one night, Alicia lost her innocence, while Joshua's mistress carried his child in her womb. Heartbroken and humiliated, Alicia demanded a divorce, but Joshua saw it as yet another tantrum. When they finally parted ways, she went on to become a renowned artist, sought out and admired by everyone. Consumed by regret, Joshua darkened her doorstep in hopes of reconciliation, only to find her in the arms of a powerful tycoon. "Say hello to your sister-in-law."
It took only a second for a person's world to come crashing down. This was what happened in Hannah's case. For four years, she gave her husband her all, but one day, he said emotionlessly, "Let's get divorced." Hannah's heart broke into a million pieces as she signed the divorce papers, marking the end of her role as a devoted wife. Within Hannah, a strong woman awakened, vowing never to be beholden to any man again. Embracing her new life, she embarked on a journey to find herself and command her own destiny. By the time she returned, she had experienced so much growth and was now completely different from the docile wife everyone once knew. "Is this your latest trick to get my attention?" Hannah's ever-so-arrogant husband asked. Before she could retort, a handsome and domineering CEO pulled her into his embrace. He smiled down at her and said boldly to her ex, "Just a little heads-up, mister. This is my beloved wife. Keep off!"