I passed the entrance exam.. now further studies are going to take toll

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Vyom's pov
"Ms. Gupta is being assigned the case of Mr. and Mrs. Sen's clash for the custody of their twins. They have been suggested a counselling session_"

Ms. Ahmad's words pale under the uproar of my thoughts. What is there in her that fascinated Apeksha almost instantly ? When Vamika puts on a business suit, she is quite intimidating and ruthless in her workplace, much so that the employees look more at ease in my presence, whereas walk on eggshells around her.

But Vamika didn't fascinate Apeksha so strongly. My eyes peruse Ms. Ahmad, something I wouldn't have done if not for my own girlfriend claiming to switch her sexuality for my secretary. Agreed she is talented and meticulous in her work, but so am I. I'm the boss. I trained her. But she got the praise of hot and sexy whereas I'm thriving on the occasional you look good compliments.

"We must put the apples in custody and sue the potato."

"Yes, get on it right away." I reply, mindlessly.

A loud thud on my desk eludes me to jump on my chair, my flabbergasted gaze finding Ms. Ahmad before narrowing into a glare.

"Boss," she pressed, her own eyes narrowed.

Can't believe this woman is making me jump, the same woman who used to jump and fidget in my presence.

The tip of my ears suddenly began to feel hot and I had to avert my face to evade her sight. Clearing my throat, I look back at her, my stance more composed than before.

"Are you interested in woman, Ms. Ahmad ?"

The blunt question stuns us both. However now that I've let my tongue reveal my thoughts, I might as well put ease to my disquiet.

"With due respect, I request you to accept the leave application for my engagement."

If not for the perfectly impassive countenance, I would have thought she was irritated.

"Engagement ?"

"Yes, engagement. I'm ardently seeking you and girlfriend to grace it with your presence."

I again clear my throat, this time a little more loudly, feeling dumb.

"Congratulations, Ms. Ahmad. My girlfriend will be pleased with the news."

"Thankyou, boss," her voice sounded more curt than usual. "You seem to be distracted and restless. If you allow, I should push your meetings back so you could catch some sleep and put yourself together ?"

The nerve this woman got both irks me and amazes me.

Massaging my temple, I dismiss her, not before letting her know to email the invitation of her engagement on my personal mail.

How to fake a fever was the dumbest thing I searched on internet. Or closing down the store she works in for few days so she doesn't have to work on her periods was my instinct move.

But getting jealous of my own secretary ? My control and resolve is barely persisting on a frail line. And I know I'm doomed.

Apeksha Kamath is a turbulent force of nature, someone who wamble me out of the very thoroughly crafted character. And no matter how much I strive, I don't have enough reign to resist it.

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I curb a painful hiss, keeping my face blank and eyes fixed on the mobile screen, heaving difficulty in typing with my left hand. Throughout I ignore Isuel's glares while she examines and tends the wound I got from the bullet that went grazing past my arms.

Lil Swan
When are you returning?

Soon.
I promise to make it up to you
for the days we miss
OK
Eat well. Bring those cute
cheeks back :-D

Lil Swan
I'm waiting
Don't work late
Take care of yourself <3

Content from talking with Apeksha, I finally decided to put the phone away so that Isuel could assuage her murderous thoughts.

It's seldom for me to be caught in sudden attacks. I usually keep low, evading the bloodshed and relentless violence.

Although even if I maintain a low profile in Singh's shady network, my own field of job has raised enough enemies that are desperate for a chance to strike.

How sanctimonious of me that wearing a law-suite, my own hands are crimsoned with sins ?

That's one of the very first reasons I began to stay out of my own house, even keeping away from being spotted together with my own parents or sister. Hardly anyone, who keeps up with the tabloids, would be unaware of the dispute between me and my father after I refused to take up the CEO's position and rather chose to build up my own law firm.

The media made it the hot topic in no time and I fed them enough money to keep adding more fuel. The more detached I look from my family, the lesser chances of them being in the radar of my enemies. And considering how my parents are, it wasn't that tough.

And I would be damned if Apeksha got hurt because of me. The selfish part of me has already asked for too much in the name of four months.

I don't deserve her. Not after the truths I've been hiding. Not after keeping her in the dark.

No one's hatred will waver me, but if those beautiful eyes of hers look at me with even an ounce of hatred, it will devastate me for life. And I'm bloody selfish to plead the upset heavens above for her to see me the same rather than asking for forgiveness.

In the midst of the inevitable hell I've signed in myself for, she is the ephemeral heaven I've gotten addicted to.

But I wonder if she will accept me with my second skin, with my hidden truths ? Because I'm too far astrayed to be found, neck deep to be pulled back, and too ruined to be saved. And she doesn't deserve something so fucked up.

Especially not after being caught up with a fucked up good-for-nothing parents.

So I have to steal enough moments to keep me going for a lifetime and construct my resolve much fiercer, before every dark and twisted part of mine gollops me, enticing me to ensnare her with me. Either willingly or Unwilling.

"Snap out, Somani. Or are you going to plan your whole bunch of kids right now ?"

Singh's presence gluts the room. From head to toe, the man was drenched in crimson and he didn't even flinch at that. The poker look on his face could give competition to the walking dead, if that's possible.

Any sane person would call it sadistic. I'm far from being a saint, and the arms of sanity had almost disowned me. I rather think of it like something that instigates him, as if the pain is the only thing that keeps him going, coercing him to keep breathing.

"Singh," I drawl out, simultaneously raising my eyebrows. "Doesn't matter how unforgiving Satan you think yourself to be, you are still surviving in human flesh, which needs to be fixed if ragged."

His eyes flashes murderously. If it were any of his men then they would have been cowering back. But his bad, I'm not, rather we are both in give and take comradeship. An arrangement would be a better term.

"The attack doesn't seem to be directed at me. Although it looked deliberately planned, nevertheless was filled with loose ends." He continues, "My speculations indicate it had to be for you. Enemies are rising from the burnt ashes and you better be alert."

His speculations are usually pieces of information he solicits after torturing the captives to the brink where even death sounds like a mercy.

"How gruesome would it be to collect you in pieces ? Shame! Nothing would be left to be delivered to your dear family."

My eyes narrowed. Having known him, I knew he wasn't even kidding and that bastard was unashamed of it. "What a blessing to be bestowed by your concern ?" I chided.

"Just because you're hell bent on being charitable doesn't mean we do charity here, Somani. You don't step into a world of filth and expect not to get filthy yourself."

The certainty in his voice was too hard to shun. I was obstinate to let his men do the dirty work when I first stepped in this world. Fate and situations, however, had different plans and soon enough I had already personally taken up the part of being the infliction of their purgatory.

"Stop educating me like a toddler," I snapped.

Sombre waves of his laughter vibrate through the air, the sound crammed with mockery.

"You can't keep hanging on the thin line. Landing on one side eventually is inescapable." Being prevaricate isn't really his forte and he makes it obvious every damn time. "Things are either black or white. You're delusional if you're seeking refuge in the grey."

A loud scoff exerted my mouth. Anyway, I am not just about to put out an explanation for him.

Everything really would have been easy if things were simply black or white. It never was. And never will. Putting a squat in the darkness, I might as well still pretend to hold on to the light. This is my loophole. Neither black, nor white. My grey side.

Isuel walks back, carrying the tub with warm water and washcloth and a fresh pair of clothes for me.

"Someone here is getting all the pampering," dry humour rolls off his tongue making me roll my eyes.

"Please help yourself, boss." She quipped, her tone flat. Moments like these make me think if Ms. Ahmad wouldme have had a twin, it would be someone like Isuel. "You are reeking."

"Of blood," he supplies, swiping a thumb along the layer of blood off his forehead before flicking it off. His tone itself is a dark promise. "That reminds me, there are too many corpses to cremate. Get someone to clean the place. Someone here is too sensitive to it."

My glare finds his hinting gaze as he clicks on his tongue, not a muscle wavering on his poker face that would make you wonder if you just imagined the humour in your head.

"Fuck you," I hissed.

"Too bad! I'm repulsed to fuck people who are sensitive to blood shed."

The muscle in my jaw twitched, the idea of stooping to murder suddenly too enticing.

Pray God, he should get someone exactly like that.

"I beg to differ," my lips straightened in a grim line. "You are rather repulsed with everything that is capable of breathing."

A lazy smile quirks up at the corner of his lips, "That makes the urge to take away their ability to breathe stronger."

This bastard is thoroughly fucked.

Much later, we were both seated in the private cabin, now fitted in a fresh suit and thoroughly tended, sipping on the expensive brandy languidly.

Our laptop was perched on the desk, files opened and papers scattered. I haven't slept in the last forty-eight hours, and as far as the man sitting across from me is concerned, no studies have talked about zombies falling asleep so far.

"Did you discuss the Saini farmhouse with your father ?" His fingers interlock, arms now resting comfortably on the desk as he leans back on the chair.

My gaze sweeps across his blank face. Thoughts rise to the tip of my tongue, however I shove them down my throat, all along keeping my stance composed.

Both of us are not unaware that every time he mentions that specific property, he blows another wave of certainty to my suspicion.

"My father might be aggressive and repulsive oftenly while doing business, that doesn't mean he wouldn't catch it soon that I hold some ulterior motive," I pull the pictures of the said farmhouse closer. "For him, his son isn't some eccentric who seeks high from a rumoured haunted farmhouse. Or why else would I be so desperate to acquire a property burnt and abandoned around two decades ago ?"

Despite him striving to appear unfazed, his jaw tightened, visibly flexing the scar that lines the far end of his left cheek down to the underside of his jaw.

"The situation for him would turn lucrative against me. It would open the opportunity for him to bend me to his demands. So, I would have to lay out the bait before approaching the topic."

A strained breath vent past his lips. "Be quick. We only have time until they don't start forming blueprints about their prospective project."

"Having formed a blueprint doesn't guarantee the construction of whatever they plan to do."

The liquid stirs inside as I roll the glass between the clutch of my fingers.

"I don't give a fuck," something feral fills his tone, his composure eerily calm. 'Anyways, did you put the hackers into tracking today's attack ?"

He facilely deviated the topic and I took the cue and didn't pry further.

"The list of people willing to come after me is too long. It would definitely take some time."

He hums in response, the papers scattered on the desk readily dragged his attention back to itself.

My gaze darts back to the laptop screen, a case file displayed for me to read and analyse.

Everyone around me thinks I chose to be a lawyer so I could fight for the right, protecting it with the shield of law. Such a shame, we can't fight for something that became extinct long ago and you can't use something as a shield that itself is shallow and fickle.

I chose it because having the knowledge of law like the back of my hand makes it easier for me to trifle with it, to twist and mould it accordingly, to evade every crime under the very disguise of law.

I was supposed to be the preacher of law and I myself have lost faith in it.

A soft sound pings and a short notification brightened my rather tossed phone at the desk corner.

Anonymos
Successfully dropped the
envelope in the locker

My back relaxed abutting the chair and without any pondering, I transferred the promised amount once I read the message.

Temporary or whatever, she is mine for the next four months. And I would leave no stone unturned to keep her reminded that it's me she belongs to until the ultimatum.

It should be my thoughts ruling that mercurial head of hers. It should be my efforts to bring a smile to those soft lips of hers. I should be the reason for the shivers coursing her spine, for eruption of goosebumps on her delicate skin, for the raise on her rhythmic heartbeats and even for the erratic quickening of her pulse.

My world is surrounded with deceit, danger and blood. A hell made on the surface of earth. A world where a presence as sacred as hers doesn't belong. She deserves everything beautiful and my world is the inferno that isn't made to preserve beauty but rather to destroy it.

I've been selfish throughout, choosing myself above my parents wish, twisting my morals to satiate my inner self and hiding the truth so she doesn't hate me.

Until I don't take down my enemies, I'll have to keep her a secret even if every cell in my body wants nothing less than to scream down to the world that she is mine.

I want to keep the little selflessness I'm left with for her. I wouldn't ensnare her under the blaze of my insanity and obsession until I show her how willing the sinner in me is to worship the ground her divine self walks on.

No matter how unfeasible having a future together is, I'm obstinate to wait and try even if it seems forever afar, for however long it takes.

Chapter Words- 2624

I mean-- Sirr is Obsessed

Look at this A.I, so closely perfect.. with her complexion to her hairs but I miss those chubby cheeks.. and just look at him, it's quite close too 👇

Signing off
~T.R