13

By the heading you might have guessed 50-50 things.

But let me tell you, you'll before you start!

The chapter is going to be interesting.

Some might feel hurt, or may feel why he did that' after reading!

But , Ahaan is not a good person.

The story is actually, based on how the character will develop!

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क्यों तोड़ा मेरा दिल?

तोड़ना ही था!

तो क्यों रखा था मेरा ख्याल,

मत करो ऐसा मेरे साथ यार!

तुम्हारे लिए बनके बैठी थी में तैयार!

तुम्हारी कामयाबी मे बना चाहती थी में हिस्सेदार!



The News Headlines the next morning were filled with just one news on every new channel. The trending commercial news.

" Khurana's got the deal!"

" Khurana's leading the Market again! "

" Gaikwad lost the deal"

" When will their rivalry end? Will it ?"

" What was the offer of Khurana?"

" is Manoj or Ahaan Khurana the mastermind behind this?"

" Congratulations to Khurana's "

" Now, what will be the future plans of Khurana?"

These were the headlines that ran on different channels on the TV, while some paragraphs about them were printed in the newspaper.

So each and every common person, comes to know the new update in the business world.

A lot of reports were gathered in front of Ahaan's Mansion! All of them were waiting to get answers or interview Ahaan.

Because Hitesh Gaikwad had already hinted the media days ago, that The deal of Thakkur's will be definitely won by them.

But all things took a turn in the night, just at night! Everyone wants to know how?

The whole of India knows, that it's Ahaan behind it, now most of the planning and decisions are under Ahaan.

It's just a mere formality for them, that Ahaan is the COO, while Manoj is the CEO!

Ahaan is the new Generation of the Khurana.

The only Heir!

The most handsome Man in the business world, the most devil and cold businessmen.

Kashish for the first time saw, each and every news channel's reporter getting mad just to get one statement from her husband.

Yes, she has faced the media first during her wedding rituals, but things were planned by them at that time, all things well organized.

She was standing near the garden of her house, away from the main gate, but everything was clearly visible to her. Their tight security was handling things very well!

Just then she saw Ahaan getting out of the Mansion, he has his ear pods attached, busy on his own talk, in his own world. He acted as if, he had become choosingly blind, because he was acting as if he just couldn't see the media outside

Things are too normal for him.

He wore a stylish, yet formal three piece coat pant, light blue in color, with a white shirt inside.

The cloth well fitted him, hugging and showing the perfect shapes of his abs, the button tight around the toned upper body.

The upper two buttons were undone of the shirt, giving a perfect view of his toned chest

His brown shoes, shined as he walked in the sunshine that was bright during that time of the morning.

Ahaan's hair, very settled by jel, that suited his face type, and made his face and jaw look more sharp, his beard trimmed fine.

He paired it with a Jacob and Co.casino watch, the expensive one.

He was dressed up so well, and Formal because, he was heading to sign the deal .

This land was specifically going to be under his personal name, and under his dominance.

It isn't going to be under the care of Manoj Khurana. Whatever benefit and project that will be constructed on this land for the company, will only be under Ahaan's Orders.

Just as his car, drove in front of him, for him to climb in it, his eyes went on Kashish.

Who stood at side, focusing on him!

On him, his body, his walk, his style.

As their eyes met, Kashish let out a small smile, while Ahaan took out just a second to stare at her and quickly sat in his car.

The gates of the Mansion opened, but before his car could move out, two security cars led the road, then his car and behind followed by two more cars of Gaurds. He didn't give any chance to the media to even capture him.

The black glasses of the car did not even allow the cameras to get a glimpse of him. So questions to be asked, were now just a dream for the media, to get their answers. As soon as the car left, the Gaurds closed the door and Kashish again walked in the House.

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Kashish after doing all her chores, sat in front of the large screen on the first floor, seeing the news, where the only sense that was being shown right now was of the meeting. Meeting between the Thakurs and the Khurana's.

Each and every camera 📸 present on the room , focused on every movements of theirs

Ahaan finally signed the land for his company under his name, and Manoj finally authorised the deal, as The CEO .

Thakur had clear disappointment in his eyes, as professionally he never wanted any relation to be developed between them.

It's just because of his daughter and his wife's request, he did so.

Manoj Khurana sucked at him !

When the papers were finally in Ahaan's hand, he passed the most cunning smile .

The smile perfectly indicates his victory, his eyes telling how satisfied he was, with his win!

His stares, his eyes, irk Thakur eventually more, and the moment they were clicked together, he quickly left with his guards.

Ahaan sat in front of the media with Manoj to answer the floods of questions, raised by the reporters.

" Mr. Khurana' this deal was supposed to be won by Gaikwad, how come you got it?"

" Was it ever announced by Thakurs? "

The answer that Manoj gave, clearly shutting the mouth of the reporter, as this directly questioned his sources, as that hint went absolutely wrong at the last moment.

" How much did you offer for this land?"

Asked another One.

" Well, how much do you think? "

Crossed question Manoj

But hearing the question, Ahaan lost his mind, interrupting in between.

" Whatever amount you think is better is to get more audience views on your channel, you can fake it, I allow "

His words, his times were absolutely sarcastic

The sentence insulted the reporter and his company, while the others present there laughed on the reporter, for getting insulted

" What are your plans? How are you going to use the property?"

Inquired about the other one.

" Ideas and plans I suppose are not meant to be disclosed or discussed with everyone. Excuse me!"

With this Ahaan abruptly departed the meeting, leaving the papa unsatisfied.

They started looking at each other and there was silence in the conference, because of the rude behaviour of his! Now this is exactly what Ahaan Khurana is! Does what he likes, answer as much as he wants.

Manoj seeing the situation and reaction continued with the conference, answering each and every reporter's question.

He marched inside the cabin of Ahaan, in anger, storming the glass door behind, while Ahaan didn't even care to look at him.

His eyes still concentrated on his laptop, when his father entered not giving him at all attention, respect.

" Such a disrespectful brat you are! Who do you think you are Ahaan!"

She screamed his lungs out.

His son in reply said without glancing at him

" You yourself answered it, I'm Ahaan"

Manoj's temper to reach its potential to hear his words

" Is this the way you treat the media , they are fucking important for us, you know right!"

Hearing Manoj's words, Ahaan suddenly looked at him , with the most disgusted face

" I rightly know the importance of each and every person in my life and for my company, that's why I answered only that much, that needed to be known by them, their channels work on our news, we don't work for them!"

His words were, sharp and accurate, penetrating his fired gaze directly into Manoj's eyes.

" There was no harm in giving hints about our work to them!"

" As if we have less enemies, who will not at all plot against our plans!"

" We have enough resources and security, to secure our work from them!"

" Medicine is better than cures!"

Both of them have different perspectives and different ideologies to work with.

Whose right?

Whose wrong?

This is exactly where they stand.

Same same, but different!

No match, even though their blood matches!

Manoj just turned around, disbelief, it's not the use of quarrelling with Ahaan.

He's never going to change as per him.

" There's no fucking use of making you stupid understand things"

Muttering this he left the cabin.

While Ahaan just eyes rolled.

As if he had invited Manoj to his cabin.

No right, Manoj himself walked in!

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Evening:

Kashish sat like a queen on the Swing, while she had her call connected with her mother.

Her hair, moved in the direction of air, with the pace of her Swing. Her eyes twinkled as she was talking with one of her favourites!

But today there was a different shine in her eyes, she was happy, her soul was happy as if! Her heart raced in happiness, which perfectly masked her pretty face.

" The whole business world has just one name on their tongue, that is of Jamai!"

Her mother on the other end exclaimed, while hearing her words , Kashish just gave a normal hum.

" I think you should cook something very special for dinner, I mean it's such great news to cherish, Sonu!"

Just like a typical wife, an Indian Middle class wife, her way of showing her love and the way she is proud of her husband is to present and pour out her love in each spice and taste of the food her husband has.

She plans, or snatches that small chance and time to spend with her husband through this quality time. She wants her Man to praise her for the food.

" Oh mummy, I don't cook here, And if I do , I don't think my husband would like this dinner and act.. I mean he's different"

Kashish was somewhere going to spill out the truth, that why would Ahaan like and appreciate her efforts to cook for him, for his win, to take part in his profit!

As she cooks, she asides the cook and makes something for herself always in these past days, when Ahaan' is not present around!

But then she realised whom she was speaking to , so she obviously tried to cover up things.

But mother's and mother's, she was a good convincing power in them.

Somewhere Kashish herself liked the plan!

She wanted to do it!

But why?

Maybe she herself doesn't have an answer!

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Triggered warning ⚠️:

( I might have couldn't write it down properly, forgive me for it! Yet I tried my best)

[ 🎵: Animal movie, heading to Scotland]

It was a stretched land, far away from noise, from the main streets.

It was again an abandoned Property, mashed, dusty and obviously scary AF!

The strange aroma of the house, filled his nostrils. His eyes, blank , terrified, tired.

As he sat there on a dirty sofa, that was covered in a plastic sheet, stretching his legs.

His head lay outside the sofa, horrifyingly Staring at the ceiling.

There was a mysterious smile on his face, strange, petrifying.

Horror view for any one of them coming across suddenly and seeing him at this stage.

His one hand was tightly gripped around the sharp knife 🔪, that was covered with red.

The red, thick, shinning, fresh stains on it.

He was cutting the skin and mass of his other hand, which stayed still in the same position.

Wait what?

He was harming himself!

Was it not painful to him?

Is he really ok?

Mentally?

His underlying tissues were visible.

This man was cutting his own flesh!

The view was scary 😨

Red, all red , all over the white sofa.

There was this thick flow of his blood, that was continuously penetrating out of his flesh.

The ripped flesh !

The red stains, flowing from the sofa, slowly started dropping off, on the floor.

But his expression didn't change, his hands were continuing his work, blood went on oozing out.

Just then entered both best friends.

Their eyes stretched because of the site they were seeing.

There was this doctor with him, along with his two team members.

So wait , did they already know what he was doing? Or is it not the first time he was doing

That's why Hritik and Dheeraj came up with the medical help itself.

But what's the reason behind him doing so?

Is Ahaan really a psycho?

Hritik just marched and slapped Ahaan, Slapped so hard that it started bleeding from the side tip of his lips.

Dheeraj somehow made Ahaan stand up and forcefully took away, or snatched away the knife from his hold!

Both of them took over the control of his heavy built up body, holding him by his shoulders.

He didn't even protest.

The doctor started doing his work.

Ahaan stared blindly at a spot on the wall in front of him, while the doctor did his work.

The needle moved through his skin, trying to join it.

Any normal person would cry about the pain.

But here he was busy noticing the tiny spider 🕸️, building his own net.

The one the insect put all its efforts to build up his life.

The doctor started putting white clinical cloth, to cover his wound.

Once they were done with their work the doctor faced Dheeraj and said

" Now what triggered him this time? Didn't you take care of him? This can cause septic and he might lose his hand.

Why isn't he joining therapies?"

Dheeraj and Hritik just stared at the doctor.

Was it their mistake?

They couldn't take proper care of Him! They didn't know what he was doing!?

They have the answer to the question that triggered him again'.

But it couldn't be shared with the doctor.

Once the medical staff departed.

" Hurting yourself, because of that man won't at all help you!"

" Are you even educated, you shit? Why the holly fuck you always take steps for self destruction?"

Both of their voices were low.

Calm, calmly they were trying to make their best friend understand things.

While he sat there numb.

When he heard their questions, his eyebrows curled, jerking off, moving away from their hold.

" I hate my flesh, my blood. The blood that runs in my streams , in my body!

I...I.. I just hate this bloody blood.

Bloody fucking bloodline!.

I feel like draining away all this liquid from my body , to pure myself 😭 "

He hates his own genetics .

The blood, the genes he had!

If he would get a chance, he would drain out all his blood, the madness in his brain was so high! 🤯

His mind, his actions are always not in his control , when he gets these triggers.

These psychotic attacks!

His not in his own control, he doesn't know what he's doing with himself or would do with anyone else in the rage .

The rage of anger, the vow of destroying

Is he not satisfied, or happy with him getting the deal of the property!

The land he was mad to have, the property he wanted at any cost.

He had eventually signed the contract in the morning, that too under his name!

Then why this behaviour?

What's bothering him!

Why so much hate for his own blood?

Whose the Man that caused him pain!?

Was this behaviour just because, Manoj and him just had a small quarrel in the cabin?

Just a small action,

Yet such a drastic and wild reaction!

" I know he's a bastard man, who doesn't want me to win, but I didn't know he was behind it! It's because of him I'm in this relation, this situation. Then too he was behind this fucking mess! I couldn't process it when I got that information!"

Ahaan removed his litter and cigarette for lighting, and enjoyed it, to remove all his stress.

How was his hand working?

God knows!

Whose this man?

In this relation, is he talking about Kashish?

Which mess!

The moment, he was going to suck the toxicity, Dheeraj snatched and crashed it under his feet. Ahaan's face flushed all red and frustrated and he was about to hit Dheeraj just than Hritik , took the whole packet of cigarettes and kept in his pocket.

" Ahaan, what the hell, you just can't smoke, let your wound heal! Are you out of your shity fucking mind seriously 😒"

Hritik holds him by his neck, removing all his disappointment and mager on him.

They dragged him to his car, where his driver was Waiting for him.

Oh, so it's the driver who informed them about where Ahaan was , in which state.

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Kashish sat there on the dining table, her head supported by her hands, as she was sitting while bending and supporting her whole body weight on the table.

She looked hell tired and bored.

No colour on her face as she just looked at the entrance of the hall, concentrating only there. Her eyes are just searching for him.

Like a Good Girl, she really obeyed her mother's advice and made dinner.

Even though she is not at all good at it, normal desi stuffs, still she can cook, but this International fooding, was out of her box!

Yet she tried.

For him.

Not knowing, herself that's why she did that.

Was she really impressed, by the way Ahaan took care of her, by the core of his heart.

The way he stayed awakened the whole night for her.

Or because of, the way they were too close to each other yesterday!

Is she developing something for him?

It's been hours, she was waiting for him.

The cook had already departed , and on her request only two - three House help were present, to help her out.

Cramps of hunger roared in her stomach.

She is still hungry, for him ,in his wait! 😭

As the clock clicked 12.30 at night, entered him.

His white shirt still had marks of blood, as he walked in .

Legs were swaying, as he tried to maintain his posture and gait.

Eyes fully drenched in the essence of alcohol that he had consumed. The excess of alcoholic smell spread over his clothes.

His hands in his pockets.

Ahaan's face is all flushed in tiredness.

He was highly sloshed the moment.

Her drowsy eyes met with his dull ones.

Upon seeing the stains on his shirt, she breathed out, her tiredness and sleep as if it was taken over by stress.

Sudden stress!

She thought, he would kill someone again.

(Yet not noticed his hand)



Not trying to concentrate on the red colour, she walked towards him, her steps deliberately slow.

" I was waiting for you for hours, for dinner! Where were you, why are you so late!"

She delibaterly choose to ignore the stains, his state, to keep things normal.

Because the last time, he was clear that it's very normal for him and she shouldn't interfere in his matters!

But her words were loud and clear.

Echoing in his ears and mind.

The moment he proceeded to them, he walked towards her, his gaze darkening with his walk

" I was busy fucking a Beauty "

As he uttered those words, his eyes stopped on her.

The moment she heard him out, the expression on her face changed from a chill moddy face it turned down suddenly.

Shine from her eyes disappeared!

Suddenly she was all blank.

When he noticed the disappointment in her, and the exact way his words attacked her

A grin passed across his lips.

Why Ahaan why?

😭

Why did you do it!

Yes, he doesn't like anyone asking him about his daily work. Why he was late, where did he go!

( Yet now he isn't attached to her, or feels anything for her )

She bit her lips .

Looked at him.

The way he looked so normal, not caring about her , after what said, or what he did!

The time he spent with the random girl.

Did he really? If, then why?

But then why cannot he!

He isn't seriously committed to her.

As per him, this is just a formal relation in front of the world, a contract for four months. So he can continue or do anything in his personal life, to help him out.

But it hurt her!

That's the truth.

Without eating anything she rushed upstairs in her room, and ran directly into the closet.

She felt bad, yet there were no tears in her eyes, somewhere she herself knew that he doesn't owe her any explanation or commitment.

Splashing water on her face without getting fresh, she returned in her night wear.

Her blue clothes a