46| Unwanted twist.
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I wince as the early morning rays hit my face, causing irritation and indicating it's morning already. Rubbing my eyes, I turn slightly to look for Aayansh but he's not here. He must be in the gym area, doing his boring routine workout.
I let out a soft yawn and hide my face in the pillow to drown myself in sleep again just when a faint sound of the door hanging open fills the silence.
Aayansh! Now he'd try to wake me up for yoga or more precisely a torture-which I've been prescribed to do every morning.
Ugh, I just hate this.
But I won't let him succeed this time.
I don't show any movement, still pretending to be asleep. I know he might be aware of my acting, but I'm not backing off anyway.
He should also struggle to wake me up just like I do after compromising my sleep for that stupid yoga.
When I don't feel any activity from his side, I open my side eye slightly just enough to get a glimpse of him cleaning sweat from his body with a towel and then I continue what I'm doing.
I clutch the pillow tighter after hearing him nearing me but when I thought he'd try to wake me up, he picks me up in his arms in one go like I'm a feather light doll or something.
I still don't open my eyes, just press a soft sigh to show him how cruelly he's disturbing two innocent lives.
While him? He stays unbothered by everything and carries me ahead, fueling my confusion.
He didn't even try to wake me up, I ain't acting that bad or am I?
My body bounces against his bare chest as I continue Pretending to be in a deep slumber until I hear his deep against my earlobe, which makes my eyes almost pop out of the sockets.
"Continue this if you want us to end up doing yoga on the bed in 69 different positions" He bites my earlobe and I gasp "You'll enjoy that more."
Bewildered, I stare at him, who's smirking. And here I'm not able to form words anymore because of the rush of butterflies in me.
We reach the gym and to change the topic, I snap at him "Yuck you're sweating."
He ignores me and puts me down on the yoga mat, commanding in a severe tone "Start your meditation."
Sighing, I start meditating quietly while he himself stands on the treadmill.
Grumpy asshole.
After getting done with my light yoga and meditation, when I quickly stand up to get rid of this torture, his voice hinders me "Come here."
I stomp on the floor out of frustration and then walk towards him whose eyes are glued to the treadmill's speed control.
Now I'd have to walk.
God, save me from this mocambo.
Grimacing, I reach him when an Idea clicks my mind and I clutch my stomach, wincing "Ahh.. Aayansh, the baby is kicking so hard. I think I'm gonna faint-"
Instead of reacting to my overacting, he grabs my waist and lifts me up as he makes me stand in front of him on the treadmill carefully, after mediating the speed.
Placing his hands on the hand rails and locking me inside, finally his eyes shift to me as I hold his shoulders for support and start walking reverse with the speed.
His face is as always emotionless but eyes? His eyes are so mesmerizing that you can lose yourself to them a million times.
My gaze shifts from his face to his body and I feel my throat dry, he's so perfect-So hot that you can drool over him without getting bored for a second.
But I get my senses back when he leans closer to my face, his lips brushing against my earlobe as he husks darkly "Do you really want me to bend you right here, and-"
I cover his mouth before he could complete himself, narrowing my eyes as I croak "We're in the gym."
He just smirks at my reaction, his eyes remain at my face while my focus now is on counting the steps.
After five minutes when I feel tired, I rest my head on his chest, murmuring slowly "I can't do this anymore."
Next moment, holding me by my waist, Aayansh makes me sit on the dashboard while the machine is still on, he hands me the protein shake bottle and I start taking slow sips of it.
Meanwhile, he's talking on call with a Bluetooth connected to his ear.
"This is a legal arms subsidiary, so illegal intervention isn't at need- until things go smooth" He says in his usual cold tone, while my eyes are fixed at my nail scratches all over his neck and chest.
Diya is driving to the headquarters where her license got banned permanently, though she knows who did this but still she needs valid answers from the authorities for doing this.
But right now, her mind is preoccupied with someone else's thoughts when the ringing of her phone pulls her out.
She glances at the screen, it's Karan's call which makes a smile curl her lips. Parking the car at a side, she picks it up and in a serious tone, karan presses "When are you returning, Diya?"
She ignores his question and says "I want to confess my feelings to arsh."
"What?" Karan frowns, shocked.
"Yes" Diya takes a deep breath before continuing "I can't hold all this within me anymore, even if it ends up breaking me. I'm so in love with arsh, Bhai. What do you think, will he accept me?"
"Stop behaving like a child, Diya. I understand your love but this might not be the right time." Karan urges firmly.
"I don't care" Diya cuts him off, her voice heavy with anticipation.
"So what about inayat?" Her heart shudder at Karan's words, realising how she's playing with an innocent life.
"Inayat?"
"We need to shift her to Syria for the surgery, Dc. Aurièle Vincenzo will be handling her case. But before that, I need her guardian's approval so if anything happens to her amidst the treatment, we won't be responsible."
"What do you mean by 'anything happens to her?'" Diya panics "You only said there are high chances of her getting better after the surgery?"
"Chances and consequences are the same," Karan shrugs. "It's a craniotomy, not a normal operation. I think you should tell Arsh everything, he's the guardian of inayat in the right senses. So-"
"You are not understanding" Diya hinders him, "I can't let him know all this, and he himself handed me her responsibility."
She rubs her forehead for a moment, letting out a sigh as she murmurs "Can't I give the approval for Inayat's surgery?
"It's about her life, and you'd be responsible if anything wrong happens," Karan warns.
Diya doesn't say anything, her mind tangling in disbelief and guilt. The situation wouldn't be this worse if she had told arsh everything at the right time. But now if he gets to know all this, even diya is not aware what will happen next.
"Get my name at her guardian's place" Diya says "I can't lose arsh because of her."
"Diya-"
"It's a request"
Karan sighs, "Fine! I'll forward you the papers till evening, Digital signatures would work."
But before he can disconnect, diya hinders "And one more thing, her documented name is 'Ishani Mehra', Inayat doesn't have any existence."
"I'm aware of that, Don't worry" Karan informs and then disconnects.
While Diya rests her head on the seat, memories flood in her mind like a nightmare.
It's been two days since diya and inayat have shifted here, and throughout the time, there's not a single moment inayat hadn't asked about arsh and diya tried to convince her.
In one of the known shopping complexes of Lyon, Diya has brought inayat for the shopping of her personal things and to freshen up her mood, but clearly inayat has no interest in all these things.
She's wearing a sky blue middie, her hair tied up in a casual ponytail and she's holding diya's hand.
"Inayat, do you want chocolates?" Diya asks her with a smile and inayat responds "I don't want anything."
"When will Arsh come to take me back?" She urges, her voice dripping with endless hope.
Diya sighs; holding her hand but before she can answer, her phone's ringing halts and dropping inayat to the ground floor, she says "Wait here inayat, I'm coming within five minutes, okay?"
Inayat nods and diya heads out of the building, here Inayat looks around herself. The mall is so vast and so is the crowd here. She's not habitual of facing people, so she feels vulnerable and scared around everyone.
More than seven minutes passes but diya doesn't come, Inayat is still standing where she left her, clutching the fabric of her dress tighter when an organiser reaches her asking, "Ma'am, you look uncomfortable, may I help you anyhow?"
Not a single word leaves Inayat's throat, she doesn't understand what to say as panic builds in her gradually.
"I think you're looking for someone, aren't you?" The organiser adds hesitantly.
Giving up after getting no response from her, the organiser leaves her on her condition.
Here inayat walks out to look for diya in a crowd of many unknown faces.
She reaches the parking lot, her eyes scanning the surroundings when her gaze freezes at a side and she mutters under her breath "Arsh."
She steps ahead in that direction but someone's abrupt hold on her hand hinders her, and a few menacing words echo in her ears "You are caught, little girl! Now I'll show you the consequences of playing hide seek with your Master."
Here diya arrives at the place she left inayat, and after not finding her there, she searches for her around.
Meanwhile, she gets to know about the accident that happened near the parking lot just ten minutes ago, it was a young girl who got hit by an unknown car twice and she has been admitted to the nearby hospital.
After knowing the girl's details, she arrives at the hospital only to find that this girl is no one but inayat. The accident was so brutal that a whole crowd, police and everyone has gathered here.
Inayat has been taken to the emergency ward.
Witnessing all this so suddenly, diya panics, her mind gets numb for a moment while the eye witnesses of the accident are giving their statements to the cops.
When nothing comes to her mind, she calls arsh and breaks out "Arsh.. in-inayat."
"Inayat what? Speak up diya" Arsh demands impatiently.
"She-she's serious! I mean, I don't know, she needs you arsh, please come here. Her condition is serious, I can't tell you on call.. please" The call disconnects.
Next hour she gets to know inayat's half body is paralyzed due to serious injuries, especially in her head and she's in coma.
But the worst decision she took is to hide her condition from arsh, to preserve the trust with which he handed Inayat's responsibility to Diya.
Diya flutters her eyes open, overwhelmingly consumed by many things. But one thing is clear in her head, she wouldn't let arsh know all this in any condition.
Taking a deep breath, she texts her coordinator about the reports with documents karan will forward her till evening, to keep them confidential after getting her digital signature.
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A decent silence lingering in the executive suite of the company, exuding sophistication and elegance with a theme of black and grey. The air is subtly scented with a hint of fresh leather and ambergris, adding to the ambiance of quiet luxury.
Aayansh is sitting on his chair, his face firm and cold as he presses a cigar between his lips.
In front of him, standing three men dressed regally in business suits- government arm suppliers who also have an authorised identity in both black international markets.
Aayansh's eyes are glued to the large screen in front, on which the most technologically advanced and dangerous Weapon/Arms images or sketch diagrams are flashing up.
"Signor, the kind of arms you chose for this subsidiary are banned in international markets, which means generating or supplying them would be considered- illegal." One of those men utters, keeping his voice low and eyes down.
Aayansh's eyes shift from the screen to him as he exhales the smoke in the air and says "Removing the ban is not a tough task, Matteo?- if you know where to work on."
His sharp gaze is now pinned to the company's emblem on the screen "I want this company to be the largest arms subsidiary in the international sphere-"
He crushes the cigar into the ashtray, his voice cold and commanding "That too legally."
Before they can carry the discussion ahead, a soft irritated voice cuts through the air "Shit."
"Out" He orders and after greeting him, they all leave from there.
Aayansh tilts his head to Tara who is sitting on the couch, playing games in the tab with full dedication.
On the glass table, many types of food are kept as it is.
Frustrated, she throws the tab on the couch. Meanwhile, Aayansh's eyes are glued to her- noticing her flipping mood calmly.
She's wearing a crisp shirt with coffee brown leather bodycon skirt, her hair falling free over her shoulder and back and light touch up on face enhancing the formal look.
After two minutes, she picks the tab again, having dark chocolate berries.
She throws the tab again, more frustrated this time. Meanwhile, leaning on his chair, Aayansh is still staring at her intensely as if something is cooking in his mind.
An hour passed and my mood is still not in my control. I'm feeling frustrated for no reason, though everything is so perfect.
I should be enthusiastic more than anyone, as I'm going to be the face of an international arms subsidiary and the best part- it is legal so I wouldn't feel criminal after being a part of it.
But my husband is a criminal.
Well, I'm overwhelmingly nervous and thrilled to present the emblem of this company which solely belongs to me, he's making me someone whom I never craved- powerful, independent and the one in front of whom people bow.
I sit on the Executive head's chair in the conference hall, the board members and M.D decently greet me without lifting their eyes up to me.
Fucking seriously? At this point, I feel so weird. No one here is normal, the sophisticated aura exuding them with professionalism and yet they're not lifting their heads up to me, this makes me flinch.
But I let it go.
"Signora, company's resource allocation file" My personal assistant Gianna's voice catches my attention as she hands me a file. "You'll need it for onboarding." I simply press a nod.
When everyone stands, my attention diverts to Aayansh who has entered the conference hall, his managers following his lead.
The black tailored suit he's wearing fits him so finely, his face is cold, one hand tugging into the pocket and I can't describe how attractive he's looking. A dark, dominating aura surrounding him and his mere presence is enough to overshadow everything around.
The Board members, others and I greet him and he sits on his head's chair. The air is calm- severe and to be honest, I'm not used to this kind of serious atmosphere.
The shift in my mood is so-
I don't know what shifted inside me. But it is uncertain, maybe deadly.
I glance at Aayansh who is having a word with the managing head, and then my eyes shift to others here. Something thrilling comes in my mind?- he treats me like his property but I'm not.
Before starting with onboarding, when the focus here is on me and especially aayansh's, one of the members hands my P. A the memo to start, I respond to him with a soft smile while he doesn't lift his gaze to me.
I did it intentionally.
And when I shift my eyes back to Aayansh, I swear his dark eyes and sadistic gaze make a shiver crawl through me and I immediately avoid eye contact.
His head is slightly tilted, cold eyes after gazing at that man, are now pinned to me.
What did I just do? And why? I curse.
I know he won't do anything here- in front of everyone at least. But I still can't make eye contact with him, he's scary.
"Let's start" I declare, holding the confidence and hiding what's going on in the back of my mind.
"You need something before that" Aayansh's cold voice cuts through the air like a blade, I feel his eyes glued to me the same way "Come here and take my approval first."
My fists clenched and heartbeats quickened with fear and anticipation. But I keep calm, he's the head so obviously I need his approval to start the presentation.
But why is he calling me to him for that? God, save me from this Monster.
Holding the professionalism, I stand and walk to him while the members are waiting for me to start.
My gut feeling is screaming something-
I don't know.
When I reach him with slow, calculated steps. The most unexpected thing he can do is- he pulls me on his lap in front of everyone, making my breath hitch and heart skip a beat.
My eyes widen with embarrassment and shock, but the way he's looking at me is more terrifying. His gaze- Dark. Brutal. Scary and I feel goosebumps crawling through my skin.
"Now start" He says, and when I move to get up from his lap, I can't because of the way he's holding me.
His grip is so brutal that I feel suffocated by it, possessive and dominating.
Is he for real?
We are in a fucking conference hall, attending a meeting, isn't he feeling embarrassed by doing all this?
His hand grabbing my inner thigh inside the dress and his fingers digging into my skin, making me gulp and I can't even make a sound.
"Aa-aayansh, stop, everyone is present here" I whisper slowly, feeling his fingers brushing harshly over my clit inside my panty.
His warm breath fans against my neck and voice is dangerously calm. "No one has the audacity to even breathe on this side."
An unwilling sound slips my mouth as he thrusts his thumb inside me without any warning, making me almost jump.
"Now smile" His voice is more like a warning, "And start the presentation."
He moves his thumb inside me with a pace enough to make me lose my mind, curling and stretching my walls with no mercy.
I suppress the unholy sounds within my throat and command Gianna to start the projector, forcing a smile on my face.
The projector turns up and I open the first slide to begin with, while my forehead is coated with sweat and breath is quickening as he curls his thick thumb inside me, hitting my cervix and a slow whimper escapes my lips.
He's making it impossible for me to control my moans.
"Your smile shouldn't fade" He warns the moment I sigh, and then he adds another finger, making my lips part "Otherwise I'll make this worse for you."
Though, no eye here is on us. Still- This. Is. Worse.
"Ahh-yansh" I gasp when he fastens his pace.