(Only the last part of chapter is intimate, the next chapter is fully 18+ , just so you guys know) 

Ivaan Rai-

The event had a greater impact than I had anticipated. The hatred in my heart was still fresh, but instead of getting rekindled, the hollow eyes of Gyaneshwar Rai were haunting me.

Now only a light bickering with my Crazy could take off this shit from my head.

Talking about it, I glance at my watch and realise it's past 7:45 but she isn't here. I was having a drink standing aloof off this huge crowd, who was munching on the luxurious delicacies.

Rishi was dealing with whatever paperwork was left and Ma was meeting her friends, who happen to be my business partners' wives.

I look at my mother and an involuntary smile grazes my lips, my eyes soften instantly.

At least with this acquisition, I have greater powers I can make sure that bastard doesn't hurt my mother. But I am sure she won't leave him even now, she is a woman who is in love with a man who broke her more times she could recall.

Love , what a great bastard it is. It is the sole reason almost everyone on this planet is suffering.

I scoff and pour down the content of my glass in instantly.

Before I could take my phone out of my pocket to make a call to the guard who has gone to pick up Crazy,I see my mother going on the main stage.

Strange ! My mother is usually an introvert and shy, she doesn't even speak on social platforms if I win awards or such, what is she doing?!

I pocket my palms in and straighten my posture heading forward through the billionaire crowd who are reeking of fake modesty and nauseous perfume.

She takes the mic and looks at me, I'm standing in the first line of chairs, she smiles and looks away, gesturing with her hand.

When I look away to where she was pointing, I see Rahitya blushing and by her side is her mother who is carassing her arm.

What's wrong with them ? I was about to move to the stage when Rishi held my arm ,"Let her have her moment. She doesn't usually initiate, she is happy today let her reflect if she wants.".

I nod subtlely. He is right, let her have her moment.

I smile casually when she starts speaking carefully, clutching the edges of her sarees tightly resting against her opposite shoulder.

"Namastey everyone. I am glad and thankful to each one of you for being a part of this memorable event. Today my son, Ivaan takes over the charge of taking forward this huge empire on his shoulders, which was started by his Gyaneshwar Rai decades back."

My smile falters, my eyes harden at the very sound of this.

She looks at me and nods affectionately as if understanding the turmoil I felt.

I smiled back and asked her to continue.

"So before this event comes to an end, I wish to make you all a part of another decision that's very crucial for this legacy, for my son."

She looks away at the crowd gesturing something and before I could see through, I notice Ritz going up the stage.

I'm guessing she is planning on her venture fund for her cosmetics business and has asked my mother for hand in business.

She stands by my mother and my holds her arms and hooking hers around.

Wrong to say and embarrassing to admit, Ma is behaving way too cringe now.

" I announce the engagement of my Ivaan with Rahitya Saha."

A few gasps around me, Rishi's tightening arm around mine, deafening noise of the clouds, but I don't pay attention to anything.

My teeth grit so hard I coule feel my jaws hurting, my palms inside my pockets fisted so tight I could crumple the cloth any moment.

My mother looks at me and I stand still, the same cold posture and a warning written all over my face, Rahitya takes the mic and speaks while fucking the hair behind her ears, now her words decide if our childhood friendship stays or ends in the same moment.

"Hey everyone. I'm Rahitya Saha, the CFO to the Saha companies, and the beloved childhood friend ................", with a pause of 5 seconds she looks at me with a strange emotion I was a fool to have never noticed and speaks again ,"and now fiancee to Ivaan Rai."

Another huge round of applause.

"So I mm..."

I was about to hop on the stage and tear down every expectation this fiasco entailed out of me but Rishi tugged me harder and whisper yelled,"This will discredit your mother in front of the world Ivaan, stop for now, we will get through it in some other way."

I scoff loud and recklessly yank my arm away from his hold.

I march up on the stage and take the other mic without looking at my mother and I know this must have hurt her and what I'm going to do will hurt her more, but I won't let my temporary consideration make a permanent scar to my reputation and life.

"I'm sorry everyone , we did not have any such discussion, I'm guessing my mother mistook my friendship with Miss.Saha for something else entirely", and I look at Ritz who has shiny eyes with hurt written all over her and my mother who was shocked and looking at me with disappointment.

I'm sorry Ma but what is a no, will always be a no.

"I'm sorry for this confusion and I hope the press and people here know me enough to not publish anything about the last 10 minutes right ?!."

Without any excusee, explanations or confrontation I went to the drinks section and ordered one for myself.

My entire body is burning with what happened just now, how could Ma decied that for me without even asking, she knows I hate these marriage and love fiascoes,still.

Apparently she doesn't know, no one knows that a certain short haired, short heighted, bloody crazy and hell irritating woman occupies every fibre of my being.

I don't love her, I'm incapable of that fucking fake emotion.

But I'm no fool to not know that I feel for her, more than I ever have or ever will, if by some catastrophic changes I wish to spend my life with someone, it would be the same grumpy girl who must be coming here carrying the same scowl on her face, pretending she didn't want to come when in real she must be dying to be a part of this.

My expressions soften and I shake my head while gulping in the red liquid.

After ten minutes I see Rishi running to me passing through the crowd frantically.

My eyes squinted and my hand went in my pockets.

"Why are you whooping Rishi, all good ?", I asked casually.

He was breathing harsh as if he had run a marathon and spoke,"Neev left."

My stance breaks off the coldness and my posture tightens, "Left?? To where ? Call the guard asap", I growled the last line.

"Ivaan he called. He said she came out almost blazing in anger and said, ....said.....that...",

"WHAT ? WHAT DID SHE SAY ?", I rose my voice.

"Tell your master to go and fuck himself", he said in a flat tone.

Excuse me ? Go and fuck himself ?

I haven't met her in the past few days because of this hefty paper work and distractions, I don't remember pissing her off in any way.

I don't wait for a single second and bounce off the chair and move ahead when Rishi tugs me back and questions in a curious tone,"Ivaan Rai, you need to asses it all. You are taking it way too far, she is bothering you more than she should be capable of, you are leaving you own party and going after her, are you looking at yourself?!"

I yank my arm away and move away but then a thought bothers me and I look at him from my shoulder,"Rishi, you are my brother. If not anyone, I expect you to know me. Don't ever take her name with such discreet disrespect " , I move ahead and then again turn back and speak firmly while he has a flat expression.

"Meri pasand hai wo", and then I run out without any interest or longing of an answer or understanding.

Most of the investors are here and they happen to come in my way to meet me, but I cross them and move out of the hall with all the urgency residing in my heart.

I know where that fool must have gone. She must have done her share of overthinking and then decided that she doesn't need me or anyone.

I get inside my car while I see a bunch of acquaintances nod their respect but I'm not in any mood to succumb, all I need to is know why that monkey has run away and decided for me to fuck myself.

The car roars it's way to the roads and I am worried about one thing, which is her safety.

It has stopped raining but the roads and ways are usually aloof after rain.

Just let her stay safe until I reach, though I know that hamster is capable of tackling everyone down with the strength she possesses.

Not more than 25 minutes take me to reach the place that's almost an hour away from the party, and as expected, there stands the Beauty in her dress with her head on the bus stand's poles and shivering with every breath she is taking.

I park my car just infront of her bench but she doesn't even open her eyes. Wrong timing but the way this dress has paid devotion to her body makes me want to strangle my evil thoughts.

I'm still not over the touch of her ass in that short night dress and now I need to resist this sexy countenance again.

I come out and worry flickers in my eyes at how she looks.

Her shoulders are slumped and even with closed eyes I can see wetness around her eyelids.

My palms fist inside my pockets in no time realising if someone had hurt her.

I keep staring at her form for a certain minutes and then she senses my presence and slowly opens her eyes.

But the look on her face after she has opened them completely, makes me realise she did not anticipate me to coming over to search for her.

I can trace each movement in her body right now, the way her throat bobs and she gulps in whatever she was feeling, the way her grip on the pole tightens and her eyes which usually carry a hidden warmth for me, have replaced with hate.

Something is wrong for sure.

Author's POV-

They stare at each other not knowing what exactly the conversation demanded.

Neev looked- the look of hate, restlessness, confusion and tyranny of emotions she didn't understand.

Ivaan looked- the look of irritation, possession, clarity and dubious inquisition.

He knew she was hurt, the reason unknown.

She knew he wasn't serious, that's what hurt.

She didn't want to want him, but with every resistance she threw, her vulnerability increased, and that kept on increasing her plight.

When he left the venue to reach her, all he felt was frustration, because of the way she over thought and blasted on him.

But it dwindled the moment they locked eyes, he could see anything but anger. It mattered to him and pressed down on his chest more than he himself expected.

He walked a step, his posture straight but slightly trembling, his hands as usual in his pockets and his dark eyes scanning her movements.

Second.

Third.

Now he was looming over her while she was sitting on the bench looking at his shoes with the same hollow, hurtful expressions.

He sighed twisting his neck, removing the coat he was wearing and placing it on her shoulders. When she didn't resist it, he sat by her side, not far not close, just beside her.

She was mindless almost, looking straight with no expressions now.

He kept looking at her with his head to her side and spoke out finally.

His voice was the softest version he could remember in ages, almost careful,"Kis baat ki naraazgi hai?"

It didn't take her a single second to close her eyes again, he bent forward to her face but the traitor tear that followed her cheek and getting stuck at her lips caught his attention.

He moved his fingers out of the pockets and wiped the tear from her lips using his thumb, almost reverently.

It was a slow noise to her, right by her right ear,"Mujhse naraaz ho ya kisi ne kuch kaha?"

She opened her eyes, still wet and heavy but she glanced at him fully and whispered, it was not a weak tone, her words were firm but very low.

"Because of you Ivaan"...... A painful gulp followed .. and Ivaan nodded his head in that bent posture.

"Because of you, I lost my stance at life", came the hesitant whisper.

His brows scrunched and he uttered with the same scowl and confusion in his voice,"I made you lose your stance at life ? Please enlighten me about the procedure then !", and then he scoffed.

Soft to her or not, he was a bastard afterall.

Neev tried speaking, she wanted to question him for being so kind to her only to realise later that he was engaged to someone else.

Ivaan was waiting for her to continue but she kept looking at him with the same futile form and he was losing his patience with every passing second.

"Tell me Crazy, what have I done ?"

"You made me believe for a second that you cared Ivaan."

Ivaan breathed out in exhaustion and gripped her arm harshly when she looked away and gritted his words out in disdain,"And all of a sudden you think I don't care. Can u fucking get done with your dramatics and tell me what's wrong. This is frustrating me more than it's bothering me. SPEAK !!!!"

"WHAT SHOULD I SPEAK HUH !", she yelled while looking at him with eyes full of tears and bobbing throat.

She harshly removed his grip from her arm and threw his coat at his face, LITERALLY.

He twisted his neck taking in a wild breath and his nostrils flared, he glared at her and commanded,"Get inside the car. You will stay with me now. I guess I can't risk your mood swings with anyone now. "

Something lit in her eyes at his sentence and she laughed while throwing her head back, the laugh was strong and impactful, almost mocking.

He was irritated, far more than he had ever been.

She looked back at him, standing up from her position and bent some way to hold his collar harshly, she fisted it so harsh that it was crumbling in her fist.

He was taken aback and rose up from the bench too, now his height was looming over hers and she had to instinctly rise on her toes to keep on holding his collar.

He could see her efforts and held her waist using his left arm and hurled her in the air, she was now face to face, his right hand in his pockets.

Her eyes were no longer hurt or weary and teary.

They had a fire ivaan was trying very hard to understand.

"If you are done with your theatrics, fucking tell me what's wrong ?! , he roared out loudly.

She was breathing harsh and spoke her anxiety out,"You fucking touch me like you own me, like you fucking care, like you mean it. And then you expect me to play home with you away from the world and be your submissive slut , huhhhh?!" , and with that she raised her right palm while the left one was fisting his collars.

She slapped him hard on his cheek using her right palm, the five fingers got imprinted on his cheek and his face moved off its place by a certain degrees.

Her own breath hitched, her eyes widened and her palms trembled at the vicious move.

She gasped out in nervousness while he looked back at her again, his entire jaw was set tight and his eyes burning in fury, but he didn't utter a single word in the moment.

She stuttered and her eyes teared again,"I...I-am, I shouldn't.... This is wrong.... I-am....I", but he moved from his place while still holding her from the waist and before she could look around to sense, he opened the passenger seat's door and pushed her in on the seat.

She rose again trying to repel but he had closed the door and rested his back to the door, closing his eyes and pointing his head to the sky.

Breathing In.

Out.

In

Out

And then he crossed the way to the other side and sat inside the car, roaring the car to life.

Neev didn't say a word, her entire anger had been swallowed by guilt of hitting him so harsh.

She was unknown to his intentions but the idea of hurting him based on her assumptions ravaged her situation even worse.

It had been almost ten minutes since he started driving with the same impassiveness and she was sobbing silently, wiping her face every minute while looking out the window.

The live news of his engagement and her reaction both were hunting her mood and she didn't have the courage to quesion him directly now.

"Whatever you are thinking, it's all in your head Neev. I never intended getting anything filthy from you, and I will make sure you never forget this tonight", the words were cold, detached but unwavering.

Neev pressed her lips together and just rested her head on the seat looking out, waiting for him to decide what he was wanting to answer.

After a while she saw a big house, in the form of a big flat with a big gate, the guards opened the gate and went in the car. By the side were other cars, almost 15 in number and a big garden.

In front was his penthouse, no one ever visited it other than servants who cleaned it every 2 days.

One of the guards came in rushing and opened his door, he got out and rose his palm asking the guard to back off, and then he went to the other side and opened her door.

She nervously came out clutching her palms together.

He pried them off and held her wrist pulling her inside with him.

She just lowered her head and followed him aimlessly without looking around even once.

The guards exchanged a look and some of their eyes widened slightly at whatever they witnessed.

He got her to the lift and pushed in the buttons.

They reached the first floor and no sooner did she step out of the lift following him than he gripped her waist and threw her over his shoulders.

She gasped and realised the motion, began throwing hers legs and hitting his back but before a minute could pass, he punched in some digits and got inside his room.

He threw her on the bed so hard she bounced twice and her eyes bulged.

He turned back and locked the door, the click sound echoed inside the quiet room marked by the hysterical breathing of Neev.

He looked back at her, the same stoic posture, not again to mention his palms inside his pockets and the hooded eyes locked onto hers.

They stared at each other and finally Neev spat out her irritation,"What can I possibly expect from a man ? You bloody manhandle me and throw me as you like, now what, are you content with how masculine you seem in your eyes ? COME ON IVAAN, TELL ME, TELL ME YOU ARE AGITATED AND WANT TO RAP-", before she could say the sentence fully and choke on her own words, his eyes turned lethal, he had never ever expected her to assume this.

He marched up on the bed throwing his shoes and pushed her down on the mattress, and held her throat using his one palm and with the other gripped her waist.

Their bodies touched, his entire personality changed into danger at what she had spoken.

Neev gagged when he put some pressure on her throat and threw her legs around, his breathing came out in gasps and he himself didn't know how furious he was in the moment.

"You have no idea about what you have spoken Neev", he said with a voice speaking of disappointment and coldness devoid of anger.

She struggled in his hold and whispered,"And what I said was wrong ? Aren't you manhandling me ? Aren't you hurting me?"

"This is hurting you ? You know the grip isn't tight Neev, but the way you are avoiding how hurt I'm because of your assumptions!!!! The AUDACITY !!"

And he got off the bed standing by the side, she wiped her face and sat back, resting her back on the headboard while looking at him.

The atmosphere was tiresome, both of them were eerie about each other.

Whenever he was about to discuss, she threw even a worse statement.

"If I actually wanted to taste your body Neev, I wouldn't even have to make you my slut, trust me on this. "

Her breath hitched and she fisted her palms on the sheets, and blurted,"Why did you come after me when you had to marry someone else.?!"

His boldness evaporated, it didn't take him a nanosecond to understand the meaning.

He didn't say a single word and picked up the laptop from the cabinet by the bedside.

She glanced at him with confusion and he sat on the bed and pulled her by her arm, throwing the laptop on her lap.

She was furious at how he was behaving, she looked away and he squinted his eyes, gripping her hair from the back,he fisted them in his palm and tilted her head towards the screen.

It was the same press meet, the live version was downloaded, and it was infront of her, he had paused at when his engagement had been announced.

A tear fell down her temples but before she could try moving her eyes away, he played the video-

"I'm sorry everyone , we did not have any such discussion, I'm guessing my mother mistook my friendship with Miss.Saha as something else entirely".....

And he paused it, throwing the laptop on the nearby bedside table.

Her eyes were wide, mouth open and shock written all over her face.

Ivaan sat comfortably with his arms spread lazily at the back and his legs crossed against each other.

She looked at him hesitantly and looked down, carassing her wrist, then smoothening her dress at the waist, then fixing her imaginary hair on the forehead.

Ivaan's anger was palpable but the sight of her acting guilty and awkward enthralled him and a simple grin was what he was fighting in the moment.

"Hmm so now what ?", he husked out where very word dripped amusement.

She looked at him with uncertain and shy eyes.

Neev Chaudhary was the type of girl who didn't blink twice at someone's statement, never took someone's care for attention, or ever paid heed to anyone but her ownself. Now everything this 6'1 did, made her cry, laugh, shy and whimsical.

"I....I was just-just, I thought, I thought you were marrying her and, and - that..."

He sat straight and she shifted back by an inch, he smirked and in an instance grabbed her wrists in one hand and pushed her down on the bed with a thump.

With her other arm, he gripped her waist and pushed himself down on her body, while making sure she wasn't feeling the heaviness.

Neev was past her turmoil phase and she could feel the hardness of his chest and ribs on her stomach, she could feel the rich subtle minty smell from his throat, she looked away and her breathed a marathon.

He bent, his mouth attached above her ear, not touching it and making sure she could feel the touch.

"Neev", his chest reverberated in devotion and he closed his eyes, questioning her with words that sounded more like an absolute conviction,"You were scared I'd marry her !".

She bit her lower lip with her teeth and looked back at him, his eyes were dark, sure, and clouded with restraint.

"Yes", she said with an unresolved intensity and blurted out without any ounce of hesitation, though the voice was small,"Ivaan, do you like me ?"

"Yes, I do."

Her eyes glinted with astonishment, of everything she expected, him committing his emotions was not even the last thing.

She tried very hard but the glow on her cheeks could evade the resistance, her body relaxed instinctly, he could feel it in his grip the relaxed muscles and her eyes softened.

Her face turned into a tomato and she smiled even after trying hard not to.

He didn't wait for another reaction and sat back on the bed and gripped her again, making her straddle him while he was resting his back on the bed.

She clutched his hair from the nape and the other palm she kept it on his chest.

His palm was right over her ass , and the other on her spine.

To be continued

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