POV: Anubhav Raizada

"Ah...Oh...Ah...eee...aaaaa"

Anubhav's eyes sprung open. His heart was pounding in his chest and his eyes stared at the full-length mirror on the ceiling.

That dream again, the one where a unicorn chased him up the rainbow. Why does it always come to haunt him? Why? He sat up on the bed, wiping the perspiration from his forehead. This dream...this nightmare reminds him of his extra sweet and loving step-father.

Anubhav leaped from the bed, ignoring the two women sleeping, naked, on either side of him. He breathed heavily as he dashed into the washroom and washed his face with cold water.

He wore a night robe and exited his bedroom. Passing by a giant portrait of himself, he glided down the stairs. The face of the unicorn kept swimming in front of his orbs and taunting him.

"Aaaaa." He roared, banging his fist against the granite wall. He huffed staring at the hole on the wall.

"Sir, sir, sir...." His fiercely loyal assistant, out of nowhere ran to him. The chubby, comic-relief sidekick gasped at the sight of his master's...boss's bloodied fist.

"Sir, what happened?"

"Long story, Akhtar. Get me some ice." Anubhav spoke in a husky voice, that had a sexy accent. The lad nodded.

"Sir, you seem so unhappy. Why don't you marry someone."

"Marry?" Anubhav raised his eyebrow, taking a puff of his cigar. Akhtar poured some wine for him and handed it to him.

"Yes. Till when will you keep running behind these w**res."

Anubhav smashed his glass on the marble table, his anger issues always get better of him. But instead of therapy, he definitely needs to marry.

"What are you blabbering." He grabbed Akhtar's collar and sneered at him. So close, that his smoky breath wafted on his assistant's face.

"I, Anubhav Raizada, the billionaire at the age of twenty-two, runs behind women? No, my friend. I am not a loser. From the tender age of twenty-one, I built this empire from scratch. Though that's questionable, who the f*** cares, I am hot."- He leaned against the barstool and smirked, - "Women run behind me, fall at my feet. I am a super hot and filthy rich billionaire, so whatever I say can't be a misogynist. And, it's sexy even when I say all women are gold-diggers."

Akhtar nodded, - "You should settle with someone who is naïve and untouched."

"Obviously." Anubhav chuckled, - "Even though I am Casanova, a playboy who has had every woman but no STDs, will marry a virgin girl. Is it even a thing to ask?" He casually tapped his cigar in the ashtray.

Akhtar smiled, - "Of course. So, should we look?"

Anubhav lazily took a sip of wine and shook his head, - "Are you, my mother? Then, stay out of this." He warned him, pointing a finger at him. Akhtar gulped, nodding animatedly.

Anubhav was walking in full style, followed closely by his bodyguards and his assistant tagging along. Just then, all of sudden a beautiful maiden fell in his arms. She was gorgeous. Unblemished, milky white skin, hourglass figure, and lustrous waist-length hair. Under his belt twitched, as he stared into her wide eyes. It had so much child-like innocence and subtle fear of uncertainty. And him, lusting over that was not creepy at all. Because he was a super-hot billionaire, of course.

He helped her stand. She adjusted her dupatta. Anubhav scanned her from head to toe. What a beauty? He fisted his hand, the feel of her velvet skin lingered making his heart go wild. She cleared her throat and walked past him.

Ah, she didn't even acknowledge his handsomeness. She didn't fall at his feet. His determination to make her as his intensified.

Later, in the board room meeting, he focused on spinning the paperweight and thinking about her. Woah, what a hot woman she was. Though, she was the epitome of plain jane. Anubhav couldn't stop thinking of her firm busts, 36B, and the curves of her waist and the behind like a Brazilian butt lift. He groaned internally, thinking of smooching her lip gloss painted full lips, and staring dreamily into her big doe-eyes.

"Ah!" He shot up from his seat. This girl was driving him insane. She was the kind of beauty he needed to marry. He knew she was his soulmate, his true love. Anubhav smiled to himself. No woman was able to ignite the flame of matrimony in his heart and—as she did.

"Akhtar, get my private detective Dev online please." He buttoned his coat and dramatically walked out of the ongoing meeting.

Hey, my lovelies. I am back. This time we get Anubhav's pov. Gosh! He is so handsome *swooning* and sad, he has haunting dreams and anger issues. Oh, poor chap. And Oh, he is so in love with Kiran, lucky girl.

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