"Thank you for being here! Let's begin with a glimpse of how fate brought these characters together
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Prologue: The Fiecry Confrontation
Time: 11:00 PM
Place: Ishika's Private Office - Mumbai
Ishika's fingers flew across the keyboard, her brows furrowed in frustration. The data leak had cost her company millions, and she wasn't the type to let something like that slide. She had spent the last two days tracing the source of the breach, and her search had led to only one name-Riyansh Malhotra.
Her blood boiled.
Ishika's POV:
"I knew it! That arrogant jerk is behind this," I muttered under my breath, my eyes narrowing at the screen.
Riyansh Malhotra. A name that sent shivers down the spine of Mumbai's elite. Cold. Ruthless. Untouchable. But none of that mattered to me. He messed with my business, and I wasn't the kind to stay silent.
Grabbing my phone, I dialed a secure number.
"Track Riyansh Malhotra's movements. I want to know where he is right now," I ordered, my voice sharp.
"Got it, boss," came the reply.
Within minutes, the message came through. "Royal Nightclub. Private lounge."
A smirk tugged at my lips. Perfect. If he thought he could mess with me and walk away, he was about to get a reality check.
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Scene Shift: Royal Nightclub
The pounding bass of the music filled the air, but Ishika's eyes were locked on one man.
Riyansh.
He was leaning back on a leather couch in his private lounge, a glass of whiskey in his hand, looking as dangerous as ever. Dressed in a black suit that hugged his frame perfectly, his aura screamed power. But Ishika wasn't intimidated. She was here for war.
Her heels clicked against the marble floor as she walked straight toward him. The bouncer tried to stop her, but one glare from her and he stepped aside. No one messed with Ishika Sharma.
"Riyansh Malhotra."
Her voice cut through the noise, making Riansh's gaze snap toward her. A hint of amusement danced in his dark eyes as he took her in.
"Well, well... look who decided to pay me a visit," he drawled, a cocky smirk tugging at his lips.
Ishika didn't waste time. She slammed a file onto the table in front of him.
"Care to explain this?" she hissed, her eyes blazing with fury.
Riyansh glanced at the file casually, as if he had all the time in the world.
"Hmm... confidential data from your company? Interesting. But why are you showing this to me, Ishika?"
"Don't play games with me, Riyansh." She leaned closer, her voice dripping with warning. "I know it was you. Only someone with your power could access this information."
Riyansh chuckled softly, but there was something dangerous in his eyes now.
"And what if it was me?" he murmured, his voice dropping to a lethal whisper. "What are you going to do about it, sweetheart?"
"Oh, so you mean you did it! Ok then,you'll find out soon enough that what Ishika Sharma can do." Ishika's lips curled into a wicked smile. "You have no idea who you've messed with."
Riyansh leaned back, intrigued. His eyes gleamed with something dangerous. "What can you do Ms. Sharma?"
Ishika leaned casually against the railing, a sly smirk playing on her lips as she met Riyansh's cold gaze. Her confidence was unshaken, even though she knew she was treading on dangerous ground.
"Well," she began, her tone laced with mischief, "I don't think people would be too thrilled to find out that their great businessman is involved in the mafia... or worse," she paused, letting her words sink in, "seeing him kill people with such inhuman brutality."
Her words echoed in the silence, and for a brief moment, Riyansh's expression darkened. Ishika knew she was poking a beast, but she also knew how to play this game.
The air between them was electric, charged with unspoken threats and undeniable chemistry. Neither of them was willing to back down. Ishika's confidence matched Riansh's arrogance perfectly.
"You're bold, Ishika."there was a dangerous edge to it. "But in my world, boldness can be... deadly."
Ishika met his gaze head-on. "Then it's a good thing I'm not afraid of death."
For a moment, there was silence-just the intensity between them. Then, in one swift motion, Riyansh stood up, closing the distance between them.
"Be careful, Ishika." His voice was barely a whisper, but it sent shivers down her spine. "You're playing a dangerous game."
Ishika smirked, her confidence unwavering. "Good. I like dangerous games."
As she turned to leave, Riyansh grabbed her wrist, pulling her back gently but firmly. Their eyes locked, and for a split second, the world around them disappeared.
"This isn't over, Ms. Sharma." His voice was a promise. A threat.
Ishika pulled her hand away, her smirk never fading. "It's just getting started, Mr. Malhotra."
With that, she walked away, leaving behind a man who was used to controlling everything-only this time, he had met his match.
His eyes following her retreating figure, he should hate her, isn't he? His mind questioned. No one gets to talk with devil this way and lives! But why not she?
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