Chapter 1
I work as a successful model as well as a fashion designer and I earn more than enough to buy myself those fine shyts like Gucci and LV. I am a fucking feminist cause I am independent, that doesn't mean I hate men... no... not at all, I hate the ones who think women are objects and they are the shoes of their feet. BLOODY MOTHERFUCKERS...
I am successful at this age of 25 and I don't think of getting married, when my carrier is at its peak, how can I ruin it by getting married. That's not what I actually think, that getting married ruins your career. But the thing is I don't want my attention on anything other than my career.
I had recently designed a dress for myself and it was soo perfect and adorable. So I wore it on the ramp. Soon my performance started but I felt my attention constantly drifting towards a particular seat in the front row throughout the walk. There was a man breathtakingly handsome... god, his dark brown eyes felt so intense. His hairs were a mixture of light brown and black making him look more intimidating. There was something different in the way he was staring. But I am shriya... a fucking feminist. I know I am annoying.
After my performance was over, I was in the changing room to relax my exhausted body when there came a sudden knock. I expected it to be some staff member.
"Come in..."
A man entered in. When I looked in the direction of his face, I realised he was the same one form that front row. Up close, I was able to see his eyes very clearly, they were deep. When the yellow lights catched his hairs, he looked devastatingly handsome like a fallen angle. He was tall, I didn't expected him to be that tall. Despite my 5'5 stature, he was still able to tower over me. I had to tilt my face up to look at him properly even while standing.
"Yes..."
Man- Let me introduce myself. I am Rudra Singhaniya, the owner of 'HEAVENLY TOUCH'...if you know.
Grateful that he bothered himself for the introduction!!
"Oh!! Iknow, I have tried that brand. But honestly, the cloth designs weren't that impressive."
Rudra- And that's exactly why I am here.
"What do you mean??"
Rudra- Work for me. Your designed cloths would be the premium quality of my brand. But you have to work only and only for HEAVENLY TOUCH.
"I disagree. Thanks!! Now get out"
This man wasn't talking or stating a deal, he was literally ordering me, he was ordering Shriya Ranawat!! Bloody asshole donkey...
Rudra- Excuse me, how much money do you want for that. I will pay double of your present earning.
"Get out!! Keep your money in your ass."
Rudra-(He smirked) As expected, sharp toungued bitch. Fine... I am going for now, but when you feel like agreeing on my terms and conditions, I would be waiting. Cause I know... you will come.
With that... he left the room, I was standing there still trying to process that what had just happened. He called me a sharp tounged bitch and didn't even gave me a chance to curse him back. Bloody bastard son of a bitch!!
The upcoming weeks were of my downfall, most of the brands disapproved my designs and even my fashion rampwalks now owned a decreasing graph... fucking life. I can't blame anyone for this. I had a lose of overall 20 crores, the fuck is going on with this shitty life of mine.
That night, while I was sitting on my couch, sipping my tea, Rudra's warning and deal popped in my head. That bloody ass of donkey, he would be the only one responsible for all this. But how, is he that influential that he had the guts to make me face a downfall. Fuck it... I quickly put on my overcoat, sat in the car and drove to his showroom.
"Where's your boss, that bloody Rudra singhaniya!!"
The receptionist tensed- Mam...please calm down!!
"Fuck the calm now, I asked where's your boss??"
The receptionist continued- Are you Miss. Shriya Ranawat. Here, sir left a note for you...
I was shocked. He knew that I will come and he even left a note for me. I quickly sat back in my car and opened the note-
"I KNEW YOU WOULD COME. I AM WAITING.
-YOURS RUDRA"
And on back of the card was an address, it was his. I drove there... stupid girl... but right now, I just wanted to slap him. I drove at the mentioned location. There was a security guard at the entrance but he didn't stopped my car. I quickly exitted my car and walked inside the vast mansion. It was all dark and I was barely able to see anything other than my own hands and a few things ahead. There stood a manly silhouette in the moonlight peeking in from one of the window. He turned and smirked... yes, I was fucking able to see his fucking smirk with my fucking eyes in that fucking darkness.
"Rudra, you will regret it..."
I said as he moved out from the shadows. He stopped inches from me.
Rudra- I Knew very well that you will come. Now, will you agree on the deal.
"In your fucking dream bastard!!!"
Anger was boiling out of me, he had destroyed my career. I slapped him suddenly out of nowhere... oh god, his handsome face... whyy... but he deserves that...
He didn't reacted as I expected.
Rudra- As expected. Exactly my type, sweety... you are going to regret every moment of this slap, I swear...
"Sweety!! Are you outta your fucking rotten mind... bloodymotherfucker. Shut up... don't you dare call me with that name"
I was about to punch him again but he grabbed my wrist mid air and twisted it behind my back while dragging me towards him. Our chests brushed and faces too close that his breath fanned on my face.
Rudra- That language doesn't suit you sweety. Now let me clean your mouth away from those filthy curses.
And with that, he kissed me roughly... I tried to push him, but he held me tightly. One hand twisted mine at the back and other holding my face in place. When he withdrew back, I was panting... flushed... lips swollen and red.
"How dare you.."
I felt really disgusted...
Rudra- Fuck!! I loved that, those plump edible lips...
I pushed him and quickly moved back...
"You will regret it Mr. Rudra Singhaniya..."
I said as I exitted. Throughout the whole drive back to my house, the only thing that circled in my mind was that how his lips felt on mine... his muscular hands... those defined abs which I was able to feel through the thin fabric of my dress... how broad he was... perfect... Greek god walking on earth... shut up shriya... I will ruin him, he is my enemy. I swear he's gonna have the worst phase of his life.
After a couple of hours of thinking about my loss, how to fulfill it, an idea popped up. I am independent but atleast I can take help from my father. He is a man too but before that he is my father. Oops... I forgot to mention that he is a businessman who is living out of the country... yeah, he is a sugar daddy... great... not mine. He was a playboy in his young age before he fell for my mother and after her death, he again became a playboy. I became a successful model and a designer on my own without my billionaire father's money. That's the reason why I keep calling myself a feminist and a motherfucker rich.
I called him...
"Hello pa. I wanna meet you... yeah... I am stressed... comon, you can't even take a couple of leaves to meet your only daughter. Yeah... fine...love ya!!"
The next day, my father came himself from the airport. I hugged him as I was meeting him after a whole couple of years. We talked for an hour before I stated him my actual problem...
"Pa! You know that fashion brand 'Heavenly touch'. It's owner Rudra singhaniya, he had destroyed my career and I want you to help me..."
The tea my father was sipping went still in his hand and mouth... he froze suddenly.
Pa- What did you just said... Rudra Singhaniya... that man, he is not a man... he is a devil himself. His father was my best friend but after his death, I barely seen his son again. He is not only the owner of that brand but a mafia in the underworld. Who doesn't know him!! I would suggest you to go and apologize. I can help you by following you but not more than that.
"Pa! How did you even thought that I would apologize him... yuk... that man. I hate him..."
Pa- As you wish. But I know what that man is capable of. I would suggest you to agree on whatever deal he had put on. Ah... I will meet him... afterall... he is my bestfriend's son and you are coming too.
"Pa I hate that man. I am not coming with you."
Pa- You are coming sonaa. I don't want any arguments... afterall I took a leave to visit you. So tomorrow afternoon 5 pm, be ready. End of discussion!!
