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Reva’s POV

“What is wrong with you? Can’t you do one thing that doesn’t turn out to be a disgrace for your family? Or do you purposefully want to insult your father in front of the whole world?” And with that he smacked the newspaper harshly on my face.

My father yelled, glaring at me with rage in his eyes. I picked up the paper to read the headline which got him boiling, early in the morning.

'REVA RAICHAND SHARED A STEAMY KISS WITH NICOLAS ENZO MORETTI.’

‘THE MODEL AND THE BILLIONAIRE CEO WERE SEEN LOCKING LIPS TOGETHER.’

I crushed the newspaper and kept it on the side before facing my father whose eyes looked so rageful that you can’t predict when the blood will finally come out of them. I fisted my hand but remained quiet. I knew he wasn’t going to stop and for the first time, he had a valid reason to be mad at me. After all, what I did yesterday was the most stupid and impulsive thing, but sometimes you don’t get the privilege to think, especially when you are helping your friend. 

Or maybe it’s just an excuse for what I did.

Who cares?

Your father does.

My mind suddenly went back to the thing that happened yesterday. I kissed someone, someone who I didn’t know, someone I didn’t even see properly before smashing my lips on his. 

But the deed is done now! And I am in trouble, big fucking trouble as I sigh rubbing my temple.

THE PREVIOUS DAY

Right now I am in a van, in the basement of Moretti Corporations, with my friend, Aadya Sharma. 

We are here to get information from a motherfucker’s phone and we are doing exactly that, while the bastard is in the building, searching for my purse, which I never carried with myself. I seduced him a little and took away his phone before sending him inside the building with the excuse that I left my purse there. 

It’s not hard to get a man to do what you want when you know how to use your words, eyes and yourself.

Seduction is not always about using your body and your curves. Your eyes hold the power. If used correctly with the right words, you can bring any man on his knees. 

We were looking into his data base and were almost done when suddenly, I spotted him coming towards us, while Aadya spotted some paparazzi coming from the other way.

Double Trouble.

We can’t risk being spotted together and be seen doing what we are doing. I could feel my fight or flight hormones peeking. The adrenaline rush made my palms sweaty and my mind stopped thinking. I looked around and saw a car stopping at a distance. Without thinking anything, I marched towards the car and the moment I reached there, a guy stepped out. Before I could even look at his face and see who he is, I pinned him to his car and smashed my lips against his. 

I did that solely to take the attention from my friends to this scene, without realising what the consequences will be.

Ah trouble here I come.

At first our lips stayed on each other but slowly, I started moving my lips. I sucked on his lower lips and my fingers went to the back of his nape, feeling the small hairs on it and caressing it. After a moment or two, his lips caught up with the pace and sucked on mine harshly. A moan escaped my lips and died in his mouth. He moved his one hand to the small of my back and pulled me closer. I kept my other hand on his shoulder and increased the pace a little. 

Click 

Click

Click

The flashes and the clicking of cameras brought me back to reality and I realised what we were doing. I couldn’t pull back immediately or else it would have looked bad. So, I slowly pulled back and forced a fake smile on my lips. I have mastered the smile so perfectly that no one can spot the difference. I looked up to see a pair of eyes so brown as if they were made of honey. The hint of shine in his eyes showed how much life they contained, exactly opposite of mine. The way they were staring back at me made me crave for something I couldn’t put my finger on.

I tried to study his expressions which looked nothing but confused and yet so amused. The reporters’ questions snapped me back to reality and I looked around myself. 

⛧°。 ⋆༺♱༻⋆。 °⛧

“Are you even listening to me? I am talking to you, you ungrateful brat.” My father's voice broke me from the trance and I looked at him. 

“Stop overreacting. What I do in my life does not concern you. So, stop wasting your energy on it.” I vaguely said playing with the twirls of my hair.

“You see her audacity, Mahima. Look how she is replying back.” He said looking at my mother who just shook her head in return, “Listen to me brat, either give me a proper explanation for the mess you have made or get out of my house. I don’t want a good-for-nothing person living under my roof who knows nothing other than how to ruin my image in society.”

“I don’t live under this roof anyway. I have a penthouse of my own and I am capable of paying my own bills. So, you better not call me good-for-nothing. I have made a name for myself in the industry, in the country and soon the world will also know me for who I am.” I replied to him with a straight face. Putting up with his shit is getting out of hand now. 

I balled my hands in fists again and dug my nails deeper in my skin. The pain felt nothing, compared to the stabbing on the inside. Tears threatened to form in my eyes but I held them in and looked back at my father, who was nothing more than Mr Raichand to me.

“He is my boyfriend. We are dating. And last I checked, I can kiss my boyfriend. I do not have to take permission from anyone, including you.” I don’t know why I said this but this felt like the best explanation to the situation.

Cause anything other than this would have allowed my father the right to slut shame me.

“What do you take me for? A fool? I never heard about him from you, ever. I never knew he existed before I saw this.” He made a disgusted face looking and pointing at the newspaper, “So, the explanation that he is your boyfriend makes no sense.”

“And who said it has to make sense to you for it to be true?” I snickered, looking in his eyes.

Smack

I placed my palm on my cheek. It stinged under my palm. I tried to control a hiss from escaping my lips. But the sting from the tight slap didn’t hurt as much as the fact that it came from my father, that too for just replying to him. A slap for talking. Well, it has been this way ever since the start. I have been slapped and abused for replying back, for talking to guys, for choosing a career for myself, for choosing a life for myself and once, for eating a biscuit which was meant for my brother. It’s safe to say at this point that my father hates me. 

He never liked me but after that day, he hates me.

“Never. Ever. Talk to me in that tone, young lady.” He gritted his teeth, glaring at me.

“If he really is your boyfriend, bring him home on Sunday for dinner. I will have a talk with him personally.” He said before leaving my room.

I looked at the door where my mother stood. She gave me her usual pity glance and left. I marched towards the door and locked it before leaning against it and crying my eyes out. He hates me. I was always a burden. I am a disgrace to him. Whatever I do is never enough for him. My choices disgust him.

I sat on the ground and brought my knees close to my chest. I hid my face in my hands and cried for god knows how long.

⛧°。 ⋆༺♱༻⋆。 °⛧

“Reva, baccha you there? Reva, open the door.”A knock on my door woke me up.

I opened my eyes and straightened up. I stood on my legs and wiped the tears marks and composed myself. I opened the door and the worried face of Aryan Bhai welcomed me. I gave him a faint smile and moved a little so he could enter. Bhai turned towards me and scanned my face. As his gaze fell on my left cheek, his jaw tightened and he balled his fists. 

“Did he slap you again?” Tremors ran through my body after hearing his dangerous voice.

“Doesn’t matter, Bhai. I am stronger than this. I have handled more, this is nothing.” I chuckled but his expression didn’t loosen one bit.

His steps moved towards the door but I held his hand and stopped him.

“You won’t do anything.” I said but he was not in the state to hear me.

“I won’t stop today, Reva. He can’t do this to you. You don’t even stay here. How can he hit you when you just came to pay a visit? And beating for a nonsense shit published in the newspaper, it's not done. I won’t tolerate it.” He said and tried to free his hand from mine.

“Bhai, you can’t risk your position to be the next CEO of the company. You know going against papa will only lead you to destruction. And anyways, I don’t stay here, so this is not something that will happen daily. You know it stopped when I left and I think that would be the best for everyone if I never come back here. I will leave in the evening. Don’t risk your future for me.” I said and stopped him.

My father will blackmail bhai with the name of the company, something bhai has dreamt of. And if bhai does not back off and keep defending me, my father will take away the chief executive position from him and will give it to one of the board members, impulsively.

Impulse. The only trait I got from him. The trait which always leads me in trouble.

“The company means shit in front of you.” he tried to argue.

“Bhai, what is the use of this? He won’t do it again, right? But how are you so sure? And as I said, I won’t come back here unless it's very important. So, you standing against him won’t be the best choice to make as of now.” I explained to him making him sit on my bed. 

After a few minutes his shoulders relaxed and his fists loosened. He moved his palm across his face and sat straight. His eyes fell on the crumbled newspaper and he picked it up. His brows joined together and then raised as he looked at me with a no nonsense look.

Interrogation time.

I prepared myself for what was coming next and planted the biggest grin on my face to avoid the questions. 

“You know what, Bhai. I actua—”

“What is this Miss Reva Raichand?” He said, showing me the picture with the headline. I looked at the picture and my eyes widened.

The picture looked hot and oh my god, that’s how he was kissing me. He looks so fine. Broad shoulders with my palm on them, veiny hands holding me in place, a sharp jaw flexing because of the kiss and those lips which perfectly moulded against mine.

“I am asking you something.” He asked again and I looked at him with a jerk. I instantly knew I had no other option than to tell him the truth.

So, I narrated the whole story to him and also the fact that I told our father that I was dating him. Bhai didn’t look happy with any of this but he understood me and my impulsiveness. Day before yesterday, he brought me back to my penthouse, when I was practically drowned in alcohol at a hotel. I don’t remember anything about the hotel and what happened back there but my rose gold pendant was lost. It was very close to my heart as I brought two of those, one for myself and the other for someone who I will meet in future and fall in love with. My other half. Now half of the heart is lost and I am left with only the other half of it.

“You seriously don’t think before doing anything, do you.” He said matter of factly.

“Well, some traits are inherited even if you don’t want them to be.” I chuckled and he did too. 

Finally he relaxed.

“So, what are you gonna do? How are you gonna bring that ‘boyfriend’ of yours to dinner on Sunday?” He furrowed his eyebrows.

“About that, I still have to plan something”, I admitted and that’s when I realised, I fucked up.

How the hell am I gonna bring him for dinner?

If I don’t bring him, I can’t imagine my father’s reaction.

I don’t want to think about it.

I will figure out something. I will have to.

⛧°。 ⋆༺♱༻⋆。 °⛧

I looked at the huge hotel building in front of me. Paradise, one of the finest hotels in Mumbai, owned by the Malhotras. I entered the building and looked around. It seemed familiar, even though I don’t remember coming here before. I never actually got the right chance to come to this hotel and still the whole place seemed so familiar. As if I was here a few days back. I shook my head and went directly to the reception. The receptionist greeted me with a beautiful smile which I returned sweetly.

“Good Morning, ma’am. How may I help you?”

“Good Morning. Actually, one of my friends is staying here. I just wanted to know his room number. I am here to surprise him, you know.”

“I— I don’t think I would be able to help you with that. It’s not in the company’s policy.”

Figured out.

“Well, in that case, can I talk to your manager?”

“Sure ma’am. I will give him a call, one second.” She said and went on to call the manager.

“Good Morning, sir. Miss—”, she looked at me as if asking my name. 

What the actual hell.

Does she not know me?

“Reva Raichand.” I told her with a straight face.

I am hurt.

“Miss Reva Raichand wants to meet you.”

“Okay sir, sure”

She kept the phone back and looked up to me again.

“He will be here any moment.” She smiled but this time I kept my face straight.

How can she not know me? Everyone knows me.

“Good Morning, Miss Raichand.” The manager’s voice caught my attention and I turned towards him with a smile on my face.

“Good Morning, Mr—”, I paused and he quickly replied

“Singhania”

“Mr Singhania. I love the surname, bet your name must be hot.” I said and offered my hand for a handshake.

“Rakesh Singhania.” He quickly shook hands and held onto mine for a minute longer.

“Oh, Rakesh. Such a good name, I must say.”

Eww Rakesh. Who even names their kid Rakesh. No offence but come on.

“Is there any inconvenience that you called for me.” He asked quickly as he composed himself.

I looked at him in a pleading manner and portrayed myself as a helpless person.

“You know, I came here to surprise my friend but she is not telling me his room number. If I ask him, the surprise will be ruined. I also understand she is doing her job, but I really want to surprise him. Will you help me, Rakesh?” I stressed on his name and asked in a pleading voice.

“Is that even a question? You want to surprise your friend, you got this. Please tell her the name of your friend and Lisa tell Miss Raichand the room number of her friend.” he instructed the receptionist and I passed him a smile.

“What is his name, ma’am?” the receptionist asked and I looked at her.

“Nicolas Enzo Moretti”

Her face paled at the mention of his name and she stared at me for a moment longer. 

“Did you not hear me?”

“Uh— yes ma’am. He is staying at the VIP suite on the twentieth floor.” She said and I took that as my cue and left from there, not before passing another fake smile to the manager. 

I reached the elevator and pressed the button to the suite on the twentieth floor. The elevator started moving and so did my nervousness. My palms got sweaty and my feet tapped on the ground involuntarily. Soon, the elevator door opened and I moved my fingers to press the doorbell. After a few minutes the clicking sound of the door was heard and I was welcomed by the most gorgeous sight in the world. 

He stood in front of me, half naked, with a towel covered around his waist. A droplet of water dropped on his sexy chest and travelled down his abs going further down to his V line and then finally inside of the towel, leaving me to imagine what layed under it. And then suddenly, his deep voice took away my breath.

“I was waiting for you, come in”