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A few hours ago...

Anirudh's POV

Zzzzz... Zzzzz... Zzzz... Zzzz...

Something started buzzing all of a sudden in my ears while I was looking straight at the sunset with my one hand wrapped around Sarah's waist. At first, I ignored it and tried concentrating on something my girlfriend was telling me. It must be some bee or any insect and that's why I waved my hands to ward it off but the sound kept amplifying with time. And then suddenly a bright light flashed taking away my vision.

My eyes flew open immediately as the colours of the room poured in replacing the bright light and along with it the heavy vibrating sound of a phone flew in. I groaned when I realized I was dreaming, "Ugh!" and rubbed my eyes, yawning. The damn phone's blaring vibration wouldn't just stop and I reached my left hand to grab it from the side table, turning it off. 

"Umm... what time... uh...", I brought the obnoxious device near my face only to see it was half-past 5 in the morning. When the hell I fix an alarm? I stretched my hand to put the damn phone back at the table but suddenly felt pressure on the other side of my body. With the same half-opened sleepy eyes, I turned that side to check the source of the pressure. Only to encounter a figure sleeping beside me winding hands around my right arm with black-brown tresses covering the face, which caused my sleepiness to vanish in a snap.

Not only my arm was caged in there but my hand was also entangled in theirs. I didn't waste a single moment to push aside the sprawled hair off and then the view got cleared. It was Deekshya. Errm... what? Deekshu sleeping with me, on the same bed? Am I still dreaming? This has to be some sort of joke, right? Involuntarily I squeezed something that felt like a palm that was in my hand and she squirmed a bit, making it clear that this is indeed reality. Holy shit!

Immediately my eyes ran through my surroundings only to realise I'm not in my room rather in hers. And then realisation dawned upon me as the last night's events flooded in: Bhaiya's diary, her scream, comforting her, her request, my decision to stay and then the much needed physical contact. Damn!

Again my gaze fell upon my frenemy-cum-wife who was soundly sleeping with a slight pout while clutching my arm as if her life depended on it. I carefully turned slightly to her side to not wake her up. I couldn't help but take in her sleeping features- the heavy lashes guarding the windows to her inner self and also kissing her faintly warm cheeks, a few lines that appeared on her forehead due to my shuffling eased out a second later and not to mention the band-aid which I chose to ignore to not ruin this moment, the thin hairline dipped with vermillion that always fills me with some inexplicable feelings and this time was no exception,  her rhythmic hot breaths hitting my biceps and of course, that cute pout is really distracting- she looks so adorable and... and... enticing.

Having her so close... I mean... this close... is just... is just so... so... unsettling. Not that I regret being here or don't like it. But it's just so weird yet momentous. As much as I want to just scurry my ass out of here at the earliest but still my body seems to have taken the control of me. Good Lord, what I'm even thinking!?

And as if this wasn't enough, I somehow whiffed in her sweet Jasmine fragrance. The moment the floral earthly scent hit my nostrils, it instantly blocked the overwhelming feeling I felt just a few seconds ago. I started easing out with each second passing by, it all felt suddenly natural and alright. I'm more than comfortable with her at this moment than I've ever been with anyone. 

How can just a little scent have such an effect? Almost like magic... I don't know what and how she's doing to me? And somehow it scares me a little, the control she's gotten over me or even her body fragrance does is just so... so... ugh I don't know!

"Uh... umm... hmm..." Deekshu all of a sudden stirred breaking my thoughts. I glance at her to see the little daybreak light coming through the only white curtained window falling on her features disturbing her once peaceful sleep. A few lines reappeared as she slightly scrunched her nose up with the pout still intact and her hold on my arm tightened more than ever. As the sun slowly soars high with its rays filtering into the room, her light olive skin glows in a golden hue. She is such an adorable dork, I tell you. 

She shuffles a bit when the intensity of sun rays increases resulting in some wavy tendrils of hers falling on her glowing face blocking the light and my view, relieving her. A click escapes my lips and even before I could realise, I was softly moving aside the tendrils. My fingers tucked them behind her ears as if they're working on their own and the moment they came in contact with her supple skin, I felt little goosebumps erupting. All the while my eyes never left her sleepy face that again had renewed its lines. 

Why I'm even bothering her? She had a rough night... I should be a little compassionate but here I'm. Damn you, Anirudh! My conscience chided me.

The hold she had on my arms has somehow got loosened and I got the chance to lift myself propping against the pillow slightly, careful all the time to not wake her up and still holding her hand. I waited for a second when she shifted a bit but eased out in a few moments and I sighed in relief. I turned slightly to her side a little more and fortunately, the sneaky sunrays got obstructed due to my frame. And I can't be more thankful.

The moment the sunrays went off from her, the little pout turned into the best curve: most cutest smile! I don't know why but it felt so good to see her smile in her sleep. Maybe because before this, I've always seen her frowning or scared in her sleep due to each breakdown of hers. It was refreshing and filled my heart with content.

Her being at ease seemed the best time to slip off my arm from her hold and I didn't waste a second to do that. And then I quietly sat up propping against the pillow. My gaze lazily ran through her room, it was spic and span like always. Everything is at its place just like the room she had back in Delhi. I picked up the phone laying on the side table to check the time, it was nearing 6. I should probably get ready for the day.

"Uhmm... Ve... hmm...", I was about to get up when I heard Deeskhu mumbling in her sleep, "...uhh... cl..close... hmm... windows... ahh", while rubbing her hands on her face to block the sun rays that has now found its way back. I quickly sprang up blocking them. I don't want her to wake up so soon given that she had a bad night. I expected her to go back into slumber but she didn't. Rather she shuffled even more and mumbled more incoherent words. But why?

Then it struck me 'Loss of contact'. 

Oh yeah, this has to be it. The warmth and strength that she somehow finds from clutching my hands, its loss is the reason behind this. I couldn't help but chuckle as it finally occurred to me. God, Deekshu! 

I pulled out my pillow from my back and stuffed it into her hands, hoping for the trick to work. Neither can I stay here anymore nor I can afford to wake her up. She in her sleep again mumbled something but then the frown that had come to adorn her forehead for a while now eased away. But she kept shifting every now and then.

Involuntarily, my right hand reached her forehead while the other pulled the sheets up that was dumped at her midriff from the start. I smoothened her unruly baby hairs softly. I felt my fingers itching to dive into those black-brown wavy tresses that shined under the daybreak light resembling pure black velvet. I tried to shun that urge but eventually gave in, I don't know why. It's just I have to at this moment.

I let my fingers dive in those luscious locks and oh man, those were so fluffy and wavy. Once I trailed my fingers in between them, I realized I wanted to do this for months. That her bouncy wavy fluffy tresses cascading down to her waist always attracted me and now that I've got the chance to let my fingers get lost in those heavenly strands, I ain't backing away.

Unintentionally, my index finger slightly brushed her temple and she shuddered, taking me by surprise. I immediately stopped expecting her to wake up and glare at me before breaking all hell loose on me. But it never came.

Rather she smiled in her sleep and snuggled more to the pillow like a cute little puppy. I chuckled, "Thank God!"

Something in me said to trace her features and I surprisingly did. My knuckles grazed over her supple olive skin starting from her vermillion parting then moved across the perfectly carved eyebrows to the smooth pale cheeks ending at her chin. I couldn't help myself but caress her rosy yet slightly chapped lips, they're soft under my thumb. Due to my touch, she stirred a bit but soon got comfortable with it. I kept scratching her scalp and tracing her face till the time she went back into a deep sleep once again. And to my relief, she did after a few minutes with a small smile tugging at the corner of her lips.

The lips... umm... they're just so goddamn distracting. Just one touch or let alone a look at those rosy petals is enough to erupt unsettling things in me. I gazed at it once again and I felt my throat go dry. I all of a sudden felt parched and her petals seemed the only relief. What... what... they would taste... goddammit! Don't Anirudh! Just don't.

I need to get away right now!

Quickly, I got up on my feet but carefully to not disturb her. And immediately dashed into the washroom. I didn't waste a single second to turn the knob on and started splashing cold water onto my face.

What the hell I was doing there? What I was even thinking? Why on earth would you even do that, Anirudh? Parched? Seriously? That is Deekshya for God's sake! You can't... just can't think like that. No! Never! What's happening to me? She is my wife, no doubt in that... but there's nothing normal here let alone in between us. It's a middle ground, to which she and I agreed due to circumstances, just that. You can't just go on and think such... I shouldn't have stayed here last night. That's the first mistake, I did, knowing the impact she has developed over me.

"Dammit!", I pounded my fist on the marble surface as my breathing turned ragged, "How could I even think like that? Ugh!" I asked myself through the mirror in front.

I splashed some more water to calm myself down. I'm such a piece of shit. No, I shouldn't let this stay in my head because the more it will stay in... No!

Breathe Anirudh! Just chill! No need to freak out... You controlled it at right time. Nothing went haywire, fortunately. Breathe!

I took deep breathes for a few minutes, then grabbed the towel to dry myself. The moment that towel rubbed against my stubble, I breathed in her infamous jasmine scent and I swear I got goosebumps. But I decided to shove the weird thoughts away and not let them take over me once again.

After a few minutes, I managed to gather myself. I looked around the washroom to direct my thoughts somewhere else- it is all very Deekshu-like. Everything at its place even the soap was kept on the stand looking like an uptight soldier. There are a few plants kept in here, of which I know only the orchid one. For a washroom, it's good, unlike mine which is an all-time mess. I glanced at the basin table only to realise that the various products that I bought for her are left untouched, even after 10 months. Not a single one of them's seal is broken, heck, none of their places has changed. Not even a bit!

She didn't use them, why? Maybe, these aren't her usuals. God, this girl! I facepalmed myself, she should've told me to replace. Nevermind!

I looked into the mirror one last time and realised that I slept with my t-shirt on and like a dumbass have successfully even dampened it while splashing the water. Great!

I walked out of the washroom and removed the wet t-shirt. I stole a glance at Deekshu who has turned to the other side by now away from the annoying sun rays. Her even body vibration gave away that she's still in the deep sleep that I slipped her into. Thank God!

'Tring! Tring! Tring!'

I was about to step out into the balcony to breathe in some fresh air when I heard the landline go off downstairs with a blaring sound. Now, who's dying to contact us so early in the morning?  I immediately sprang up to my feet and snuck out of the room closing the door to not let the ring reach and disturb her sound sleep. But not before taking one last glance of her ensuring she's okay. 

I practically flew downstairs and picked the receiver, "Anirudh here".

"Oh, thank God, sir! It's you. I was hoping against hope to get through to you", I heard Surya sigh in relief from the other side.

"Surya? Why are you calling so early in the morning? It's what....", I looked at the clock, "...at 6 in the morning. Really? And that too on the landline..."

Noting the irritation in my voice, he defended himself, "I'm extremely sorry, sir. I tried calling your phone but you didn't respond. I know you must have slept late but..."

I remembered leaving my phone in my room, "Yeah, right, I forgot... Leave it, now spill the beans. Will you?"

"Yeah, so I called you so early for an emergency sir. Is she... I mean Ma'am around you, sir?" He asked leaving me confused as hell.

"No, why?" I paced around the couch.

"Ah, just wanted to make sure. Actually, sir, we've got a lead. A very important and crucial one, to be frank. About... Zayn Bajaj".

"Zayn? A what? Lead?", My steps halted hearing the name as I couldn't get myself to believe him.

"Yes, sir! I know it came up so early, even my man wasn't expecting it. Actually, things have been going on in the background and the cover just got blown up", He replied.

"You do realise, Surya, that you're sounding confusing as hell... Don't talk in circles, come straight to the point", I rolled my eyes sitting on the arm of a couch.

"Pardon, sir. There are a few murmurs about the change of reins of the Bajaj's. This might be the right time to strike when the iron is smouldering hot. Even the wind seems to be in our favour to a great measure, thanks to Mr Bajaj himself", hearing his cryptic things I instantly understood what he's trying to convey.

"Hmm... so when you're expecting this right time to come?"

"I'm afraid, sir, we've to act fast. And by fast, I meant we start from today..."

"Okay, will be arriving at the office around 7:30. Call your man, arrange a briefing. I want to know every little detail. Then we'll chalk out our next moves".

"Yes sir... One more thing, sir. I think we've to leave for Delhi as well, whatever we do, executing it from Mumbai will be difficult and not as much as effective", he sounded hesitant. 

"We... I'll... let's see. First, lemme just come to the office, Surya. Be on time!" 

Not knowing what to respond to, I ended the call. I dropped myself on the couch to process the newfound pieces of information. 

No doubt, I'm not gonna let this opportunity slip off. But leaving Deekshya here alone, am I ready to take the risk? Especially after the recent episodes... What if something will go wrong behind me? What if situations will go out of my hands? What if... Urgh!

I breathed n a few deep breathes to clear out my mind.

Anirudh, let's just go to work and hear what Surya has got. Then I'll figure it out. Yeah, that will do.

~~~

Present Time...

"Do you need anything, sir?" A stewardess asked me pulling my concentration from the papers. I turned to her who was with a food trolley obviously, "Oh yes, a cup of black coffee will do", replied. 

"As you wish, sir!" Like always an extra sugary reply came along and oh not to forget the cheesy smile. There was a time I liked goofing around, loved the unwavering attention of ladies but not anymore, especially when I've got a great deal to attend once I land. Though I've got used to it now but still sometimes I wish I could just scream my marital status out and loud just so these little things cease to happen.

The little acts of attention-seeking continued for the next few minutes but I ignored them royally and paid my entire attention to the papers in my hand. And the trick worked as she left much earlier than I anticipated her to. Phew!

I was again disturbed by another voice that belonged to Surya, "Sir, these are the other documents you asked for", as he walked over to me.

"Thanks", I grabbed the file from him and asked, "...what's the update on you know and sit down, man", gesturing him to sit beside me as all the fellow passengers were ogling at him weirdly for his uptight stance.

"Mr Srivastava, I mean your father has fixed a meeting with the queen and I think it's scheduled for tomorrow. Other pawns of the game are being used carefully. In short, the plan is progressing in the right direction, as of now", he said with a reassuring self-aware tone. I nodded in acknowledgement and he picked on his cue to leave.

Once he went away, I tossed all the files aside and leaned back burying my head into the seat. I recalled the busiest day I've had in a while, where I chalked out an elaborate plan with Papa, Surya and his assistant. Made some important calls and used some contacts. Went through every little thing that's produced in front of me and analysed its efficacy. Almost all of the facts were crisp and precise, thanks to the presence of elder Srivastava who went all Advocate in it. There was hardly a little time to breathe, I was lucky enough to grab my meals. 

And then the conversation, I had with Deekshya an hour or so ago started replaying again in my head. I remembered how I lied through my perfect teeth to her, then tried diverting the topic but her slightly miffed tone gave away the fact that she's pissed and then my dumbest move of abruptly ending the chat. I might not know her inside out as Bhaiya did but I know her enough to guess she's not fond of my uncalled for departure. We have a history of enmity and the last ten months of living together under the same roof, though I was not at home regularly, have given me the required idea to know when she's displeased.

But what I'm not getting in all this fiasco is that why she's so annoyed? Not that it's my first time going on a 'business trip'. I know, it's not a business trip but for her it is. She never really asked me like that or replied sarcastically in all these months. She did this after a long time, to be honest. And also for a fact, I always informed her of my location before leaving if not my whole trip at least a chunk of it. 

Yeah, maybe she wanted me to inform her about the trip and that's why she's vexed. Or am I missing something? Urgh!

God, this has already started entangling. She's already turned into CBI as she kind of interrogated me on the call. No offence but she's already a lawyer. I can't really tell her what I'm stepping into let alone my destination. Because if I did, she would somehow figure it all out for sure and would try to stop me. She's backed away before and won't hesitate to do it once again given the last few days but I can't let her sabotage my plans. And also if I told her about Delhi then she would surely spill the beans to Maa. I can't risk Maa knowing that I'm going to Delhi or else she'll force me to live at Srivastava Mansion. And that's so not helping my plan. I had to involve Papa because a few legalities are involved in it. But Maa, not at all...

This is my chance to get back at that Bajaj brat, he has been a great pain since time immemorial and I can't let even a minute thing ruin my plans for him.

But what I'm supposed to do with this guilty creeping up my sleeves for lying to her? And why the hell I'm feeling guilty in the first place? I know it's for her best only and it's not the first time I've got on her nerves. So why?

I sighed heavily and rubbed my face. Took a minute to stretch my limbs a little to shed off the tensed muscles and leaned back to reflect.

I think I'm overthinking. I'm doing all this in good faith and for her sake. I do have a grudge but it's secondary. Primarily, she and her safety is my priority. And the promises I've made to Bhaiya is my driving force. Hopefully, everything will work out just fine.

To distract me, I opened the new file only to see a little photo of Zayn Bajaj stuck to the paper. I couldn't help the smirk forming, "Let's have some fun, old pal. Last time you made me regret befriending you and now you'll regret making me a nemesis". 

By reverie got broken by the announcement, "Ladies & Gentlemen this is your Captain speaking. Now we're approaching the Indira Gandhi International Airport of New Delhi where the local time is 17:12 hours. At this stage, you should be in your seat with your seatbelt firmly, fastened..."

Two days later...

~Delhi~

"Where are you all taking me? This isn't the way for the police station... Tell me, you dipshit! I'm asking you officer... can't you hear me?" Zayn pounded his cuffed wrists on the seats and practically barked at the three-star officer for nth time who's sitting at the front seat of the van. He turned back and replied, "Mind your language, Mr Bajaj... And the answer to your question is, to meet someone special but not the special ones you meet on daily basis". The other uniformed constables giggled at that but got silenced when their superior threw a death glare at them. He continued, "And for your kind information, you're already in a much bigger mess, you wouldn't like more things piling up on your already full plate now, would you? So please, keep your composure otherwise..." signalling at his men's lathis, "... it won't be a good night for you in the lockup on the first night itself".

Zayn got the message and gulped in fear. One of the constables snickered seeing his stance and that made his blood boil. He started digging holes into that constable with furious eyes. No one has ever dared to mock the Zayn Bajaj and this lowly man has suddenly acquired the nerve, how could he? He thought.

"What?" That constable spoke up, "...had I done something wrong in the glory of Bajaj industry's heir? Have I just invited my doom?" and acted like he's scared while others chuckled including the inspector. Zayn's rage kept rising. That man continued, "Oh, wait... You aren't the heir of the great Bajaj's anymore. You're just a criminal" spat the harsh truth right at his face. And the entire van burst into peals of laughter leaving the now wretched Zayn Bajaj to only grit his teeth and gulp down the insult for the time being.

Soon the van pulled up at a secluded under-construction building outside the buzzing capital city and Zayn was made to step out by the officer. He didn't protest as he cared less about the reason for which he has been brought here. After everything that has happened with him over the past 24 hours, he obviously isn't expecting anything good to happen to him. His life has practically got turned upside down in a matter of few hours: he went from being the Bajaj fortune-holder to being declared a scamster, then... let's just say it was the most hellish and rushed day of his life.

Once out, Zayn scanned the periphery to guess the location but couldn't point it out though it somehow seemed a little familiar. "Let's go!" Inspector Sharma breathed out before walking ahead and dialling someone on his phone. Zayn took a second to dust his now sullied suit using his hand-cuffed hands as much as he could and the constable saw the opportunity to take a dig at him yet again. "Oh Mister, this is neither your business meeting where everyone will wait for you nor it's your special meetings that you're dusting the dirt off your suit. Start walking already... Habits die hard but you'll get used to it", he mocked him and then jostled him to walk. And he did as his curiosity about why he's brought here told him to keep quiet.

But what Zayn couldn't see or wasn't even given the chance to see is a figure standing on a few floors above who's very much responsible for his downfall and is watching his every move. How scared Zayn is but trying his best to hide it. And that filled that man's heart with satisfaction for it was a long time coming...

Down, they stepped into the building with a big under-construction lobby which is filled with every type of construction equipment, bricks and cement sacks sprawled all over and a few bottles are rolling here and there. It actually looked like what they show in the movies. There was no sign of windows or doors just an open staircase on the side that goes up spirally.

Zayn could hear Officer Sharma talking over the phone a few metres away from him. He couldn't catch the whole convo but just a few last words conveyed by Sharma, "... coming up right away, sir!"

"Why are you walking like a new bride? Walk faster, rich brat", The annoying constable again spoke up pushing him. And Zayn snapped, "I AM WALKING. Can't you fucking see? What's your problem dude? If not for these handcuffs, I would've punched you in your perfect teeth and wouldn't have flinched. Dumbass!", giving him a death glare. 

Before that constable could retort, Sharma's stern voice resonated in the hall, "Singh, that's enough. Stop pushing Mr Bajaj's limits... We've got a task at hand and also we need to get back as soon as possible. Let's go up and meet him. 

Last warning to you too, Mr Bajaj... watch your tongue. I wouldn't want myself to get booked under another offence if I were you", and ended turning to Zayn.

Hearing the word 'him' Zayn's brows got knitted together. 

Who is this 'him'? And what does he want from me? Is all this his doing? Several questions started racing in his mind at lightning speed as they climbed up the stairs crossing each level. 

It took them nearly 5-7 minutes to finally reach their desired level but still, their entourage didn't stop. Rather they all got into a long cemented vestibule. All of a sudden, Zayn was being dragged by his collars across the hallway by the officer. To him, it felt as if he did that on purpose like someone's directions. He protested, "Let go off me!" but Sharma didn't pay any heed, "I swear to God, I'll kill you once I get out. All of your future is doomed". Sharma just smirked in reply. 

Soon, the never-ending vestibule's end was visible just a few feet away. And that piqued Zayn's interest. Who's this 'him'?

As Zayn got closer to the door that's opening into the place this supposed 'him' is, he could hear loud noises blasting from a device. It sounded like the hour's breaking news being screamed by the loudest news anchor of the country. He strained his ears to hear and pick up at least something about this 'him' even if he is just a few moments away from facing him but got to hear his own doomsday story all over again:

"Biggest news of this hour, just in! Famous industrialist Shankar Bajaj's son Zayn Bajaj has been ARRESTED. I repeat the Bajaj Industry's future ZAYN BAJAJ IS SENT BEHIND THE BARS, this morning! The man has been in the headlines for the last two days and the speculations around his alleged arrest have finally been answered. He's allegedly involved in coal scams and money laundering which has led to the massive drop in the stocks of Bajaj Industries. But these weren't the only reason for this quick arrest... Our sources have got information that a sexual harassment case, I repeat a grave sexual harassment case has been filed against him by an unknown lady. We'll obviously keep you posted about the further developments.

What is surprising in all this fiasco is that Shankar Bajaj, father of Zayn or the Bajaj Industries hasn't made any move to back him. It also seems they aren't going to do it either anytime soon. Rather a few rumours have been going around that Rayna Bajaj, daughter of Shankar Bajaj and sister of Zayn Bajaj who's also a Havard Business School graduate much different from her brother will soon be taking over the reins of the multi-million worth industry. It seems like an attempt to boost the sinking reputation of the company by posing blood against blood. 

Nevertheless, with this high profile arrest not only a new road will be opened in the ongoing coal scam case but also it will be interesting to see what the future holds for Bajaj Industries. Moreover, the sexual harassment case angle adjoined to this whole fiasco is highly concerning as it has once again posed the infamous question of when will such rich brats stop taking advantage of the women using their privileged status? Are our women ever gonna be safe, even for a second?

Coming back after the commercial with exclusive footage, statements of Zayn Bajaj and more information about this... Stay tuned!

FRESH IN, ZAYN BAJAJ HAS BEEN ARRESTED!"

By the time they reached the threshold of the vestibule's exit, the screaming anchor's voice got replaced by an ad. But the moment, Zayn got dragged and pushed into the airy under-construction open hall by Sharma he was baffled to see two equal heightened men standing a few feet away from where he stood. At first, he couldn't figure out the identities for they're standing with their backs to him and the news flashing device in one of the man's hands. And by the stance of the device holder, he knew that this isn't 'him'. So, he steadied his gaze at the other man who started seeming much more familiar than what it felt a few seconds ago.

"Hello, Sir! Just like you said...", Sharma chipped in with an extremely polite voice that made Zayn cringe. In response, he got a curt nod from the other man while 'he' remained unmoved.

Donning a well-fitted olive green suit that's hugging the athletic built body, the man is standing looking straight at the horizon. Zayn wasn't able to suddenly grasp the identity even though deep down a certain part of him has already guessed it. He could suddenly feel the rise in temperature with so much testosterone in the space but mostly due to the scary grave aura surrounding that man. Questions are assaulting his mind so much that he's not even able to cling to any one of them. The stance of that man is screaming danger and somehow Zayn could guess it's all his doing. 

Zayn could feel the unsettling, gripping and buggery feeling slowly creeping up his spine just like he did a few hours ago. He's afraid.

"How you doin' old pal?"

A steady intimidating voice resonated around the space. Even before Zayn could identify the voice, the figure turned back in lightning speed. He said removing the aviator sunglasses, revealing the most unexpected person smirking back at him evilly, "...did you miss me?"

To say Zayn is surprised would be an understatement. Heck, he is left dumb-founded. After all, he never saw this coming...

"Anirudh? You?"

~Mumbai~

Deekshya was randomly swiping from one channel to another on the TV after getting done with her chores in the evening. There is hardly anything interesting coming on the idiot box like always, she thought sighing. She was about to switch it off when she accidentally changed the channel to a news channel and it immediately blasted the breaking news, throwing her off the edge. The exclusive news hit Deekshya like a thunderbolt as it's not every day you get to see the doomsday of Zayn Bajaj: 

"Biggest news of this hour, just in! Famous industrialist Shankar Bajaj's son Zayn Bajaj has been ARRESTED. I repeat the Bajaj Industry's future ZAYN BAJAJ IS SENT BEHIND THE BARS, this morning! The man..."

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Tell me how's it? Honest reviews, please!

I'm so sorry for making y'all wait so much. I got caught up with my studies as the new semester has begun and law is anything but easy. Well, at least my academic timing is back on track after one and a half years.

Coming back to the chapter, what do you think about Anirudh? Why he's just so confused? And of course, Zayn is finally in for a payback. Btw there's too many time jumps so be careful with the timeline. It might be confusing but I'm right here. I, knowingly, jumped directly into the face-off as all the in-between stuff would have got boring. 

Did I just rob y'all off of the revenge planner mode of Anirudh? Well, yeah. I did! Sue me. 

No, no hold up. I was kidding. The next chapter is what you should wait for if you wanna meet the 'No-one messes with this Anirudh Srivastava'. 

God, I can already feel the pressure I'm building on myself. Lol!

Hopefully, I'll be able to give justice to the next chapter. Pray for me, pals!

Updating Chapter 17 soon...

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~Signing off: Akankshya~

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