Yuvaan's POV

Italy. One of my favourite vacation spots. Though, I wasn't here to enjoy this time. I had to seal a deal with one of my most important clients, who had promised to invest in my new business. But it wasn't easy to convince him.

He was a tough guy to crack, and he always judged the other person on the basis of his family background-something I was really uncomfortable with. Still, I had to brush off his rude behaviour to get the work done.

"We have arrived, Sir," my driver informed me, and I nodded in acknowledgement.

I got out of the car and stood in front of the entrance of the hotel I was going to stay in. It was my usual place to crash, though I had a penthouse in this country. I used my house only for holidays, since I could just sleep the whole day and have late night parties with my friends.

I preferred to keep my personal life separate from the work. And I applied the same idea to the other aspects of my life too. It was easier that way and helped me to keep track of what was going on around me.

But there was a new addition to my personal life, and no matter how much I wanted to deny it, it existed. I was not happy, but I had no other choice. Though I had full power to decide what to do with it, and that thought gave birth to a lot of other sinistrous ones.

I sighed and gave my luggage to one of the helpers to keep it in my room. I quickly typed a message to mom that I arrived safely. Yes, this big guy who was 27 years old still had to report to his mom. Or else I could kiss my life goodbye.

I also sent a message to Shaurya who didn't wait to send me a reply. I laughed at his message as I went in the dining area to have lunch. Apart from the Indian food, I loved Italian cuisine. That's why I never worried about what I would eat whenever I came here.

I sat down on a vacant table, and a familiar face came to take my order. Since I was their regular customer, almost everyone knew me.

After placing my usual order, I checked my phone for new mails. Work never stops.

Even during lunch, I kept receiving calls from my secretary and business associates. Sometimes, I wished phones were never invented. Atleast, people could eat in peace then. But it had become an inseparable part of our daily lives, and I was sure if phones vanished from the earth, humans would be next in line.

After lunch, I retired to my room and undressed myself. I took a breath of relief after getting out of that fucking suit. I really hated formal clothes.

If I could, I would have attended every meeting in just my three-fourths and a t-shirt-you can remove the t-shirt from the list. It seemed like an unnecessary piece of clothing too.

The suite was nice and just according to my taste: All black, except for the lights illuminating the whole interior. I went inside the washroom and switched on a button to heat up the shower. Meanwhile, I played with the faucet and splashed water all over the black tiles.

After a few minutes, I got into the shower and relaxed under the hot water droplets caressing my skin. All the tension was released from my tight muscles, and I felt like I was standing under a waterfall.

I washed my shoulder length black hair and then my body. After I had cleaned myself satisfactorily, I wrapped a towel around my waist, and stepped out of the shower. I exited the washroom and opened my personal suitcase to take out my favourite clothes.

I ditched the tank top and just wore sweatpants. I rubbed the towel on my wet hair as I examined my reflection in the mirror-all I could see was darkness, which was going to get more dark, if that was even possible.

When I laid down on my bed, I realised that I was not alone anymore. I was married, and even though I actually wanted to do it sometime later, I was not glad that it happened against my choice. I wondered how that Bakshi managed to scam me.

I knew he was corrupted and could go to any lengths to make money, but him tying his useless daughter with me was something I hadn't even expected in my dreams. I was angry at Shaurya for getting me in trouble, but he was not completely at fault too.

In order to get the land for my future projects, I became impatient and did everything to sign the contract as soon as possible. All the time I thought that I had everything in my control, but that motherfucker very cleverly changed the documents and inserted a one-line clause among the thousands of words.

And though I got what I wanted, that small mistake cost me my freedom. But instead of getting hyper about it, my friends suggested me to handle it in a cool manner, or else I would have been behind bars for blowing off my in-laws heads.

Which wouldn't have been that much of a problem and would have been more convenient, considering I had a lot of connections. I might not even have to go to jail, but Shaurya talked me out of it and said that he would try to help me out of this mess, and if it did take time, then it was just a matter of one year.

So, instead of sulking around on the demise of my bachelorhood, I decided to have fun with my new toy, which was gifted to me by her own father. I was actually surprised to know that she agreed to the marriage within a day, but then when I remembered who her father was, I accepted the fact that I was getting engaged to a gold digger. No surprise.

I had no worries though. I would make her pay for every penny I wasted on that fucking deal and make her and her whole family regret for crossing paths with me. I had the land and its full ownership with me, and now Bakshi's daughter too.

I was still unsure how he even got his hands on that property, or how many officials he bribed, but in the end, he also knelt down in front of money and agreed to the arrangement in half of the actual price.

Either he was really greedy, or stupid. Maybe both.

He will pay for his sins through his loving daughter, and I will make him and his friends shed tears of blood for the injustice he did to those innocent lives.

Because of his selfishness, so many farmers lost their lives, and their women and kids lost the roofs over their heads.

Ring! Ring! Ring!

My phone buzzed, its annoying sound dragging me out of my thoughts. I picked up the call, and my P.A.'s shrill voice cut through my ear drums.

"Where are you? Why didn't you inform me you already arrived? Am I supposed to wait for my whole life to receive a call from you? Where the hell are you Yuvaan Raichand?"

"Possessive much?" I teased.

"Shut up! Get your ass here tomorrow on time, or I will drag you out myself," she threatened.

"You can't talk to me like that. Don't forget that I am your boss, not the other way around."

"Whatever. Just wake up on time, okay?" she dismissed what I said earlier, and she always did that.

"Okay, madam. As you say. Now, can I have some rest if your are done?"

"Sure. Bye, love you."

"Love you too, Monkey. See you tomorrow," I said, and she hung up the call.

I spent the rest of my time watching TV and playing games on my phone. Since I was a night owl, I did most of my work when everybody else was fast asleep in their beds. I slept in the daytime which was quite tiresome because all the important calls and conferences took place in the morning or afternoon.

One more thing I didn't like about my work, but I had to do it. As I had a very irregular sleep pattern, I got cranky a lot and lost my shit even if someone did a small mistake. I wanted to change my habits, but it was hard to break something which was stuck to you for more than a decade.

After watching a basketball match on TV, I made my way downstairs to have dinner. I remembered to cover my torso with a loose tank top, which did almost nothing to keep the eyes of the opposite sex, and some members of the same sex, on just my face.

I was used to it, and I had worked hard to get the shape I was currently flaunting. 5 hours of workout, three times the average diet and my work took care of my health. Though I didn't get enough sleep, my biological clock had adjusted itself according to my lifestyle.

If it hadn't, I would be lying on the floor at the moment, passed out from fatigue. So, to curb my hunger, I ordered a lot of food, making the chef and hotel staff happy that they got more green papers in their pockets.

Surprisingly, I fell asleep at midnight while I was reviewing the presentation for the meeting, and was woken up by my phone ringing in the morning. And it was my sweet P.A. again.

Before she could lecture me, I dived inside the washroom, took a quick shower, got dressed and made my way towards the exit after grabbing my laptop. My driver was already prepared to receive me, reminding me to be punctual myself since I was his employer.

My destination arrived after a long ride of one hour filled with traffic and pollution. I entered the 50-storey brown coloured building and walked into the lift. I reached the 45th floor and got inside the lavish lobby.

It was the same as I had last seen it, and the decorations looked boring and lifeless. Same white and grey walls, red couch and mahogany table with a small flower decoration in the middle, and yellow and blue lights creating a gloomy ambience. And also the same red-haired, short manager.

I called up my secretary and told him to get the place renovated before my next visit. I wanted everything replaced and done efficiently. My secretary responded in positive, and I cut the call.

"Why do you look so pale, Mrs. Bridget?" I asked as I acknowledged the middle aged lobby manager.

Her small emerald eyes glistened, and her lips trembled. I quirked an eyebrow, and she dabbed a napkin under her eyes.

"Please, Mr. Raichand, don't fire me. I know I am old for this job, but I really like it here," she replied, taking me aback by her reaction.

"Who said I am firing you?" I tilted my head.

"You just told your secretary to replace everything. I don't want to lose my job, Sir. Please tell me if there is something I can improve."

I couldn't help myself and burst out laughing at her. She blinked at me in confusion, her white face turning a shade of pink. When I told her that I was talking about the interior and not her, she gave me her famous smile which showed her perfect pearly white teeth and enhanced her facial features.

"Relax, Mrs. Bridget. You are one of my trusted employees, and I don't believe in letting go of something valuable," I said, and she nodded.

I left her to do her work and entered the conference room; I arrived far earlier. I put the laptop on the long oval shaped wooden desk and loosened my tie. I told Mrs. Bridget to order some coffee for me, and she got the work done in a snap.

I leaned on the glass wall which offered a wide view of the beautiful city. I sipped my coffee, and admired everything my eyes registered.

People looked like small colourful dots, changing positions continuously, vehicles on the roads zooming past resembling red and yellow lightening streaks, and the humongous man made structures towering over them like giants.

I loved the feeling of being on top. It was not easy to reach at the spot I was currently standing on, but it was worth it. So, I enjoyed every bit of the success I created for myself, and whenever I looked at my empire, the determination to strive better strengthened by a thousand folds.

Earning money is difficult, but making it is far worse than that. You can not trust anyone in this business world, not even your own blood. And that's the harsh reality we have to accept on a daily basis.

I was kind of fortunate to have my friends and family to depend on. Without them, I wouldn't have been able to be among one of the top businessmen in the world. They were my four pillars; Mom, Grace Nana, Shaurya and Advait. They knew me better than anyone else, and I was protected by their care.

"Finally found you."

And also my P.A. who looked damn pissed at the moment. Her dark brown orbs turned into slits when she spotted me, and her small feet took her forward and planted her in front of me.

She put her hands on her hips, and shifted her weight on her right leg, taking her signature stance. She was dressed nicely in a white shirt, paired with a grey jacket and matching pencil skirt. But complimenting her at the moment would have been disastrous.

(Yuvaan's P.A.'s outfit👆)

She took-no, snatched the coffee mug from my hands and gulped down the whole drink in one go.

She let out a huge breath and her whole demeanour changed. She gave me a bright smile and flicked her wavy waist-length brown hair behind her shoulder. I shook my head at her as her red lips curled up in a smirk, pushing her button nose a little up and creating small creases along her almond shaped eyes.

I prepared myself. She opened her arms and crushed me in a hug. Yes, crushed. She was a foot shorter than me even in her five inch heels and lighter in weight too, but her strength was no joke. That's why I had already sucked in some breath in order to maintain the oxygen supply to my lungs.

"I missed you!" She shook us side-by-side.

"Me too," I replied and hugged her back.

Honestly, I didn't like skinship, or getting touched without my permission, but she was one of the few people who were allowed in my comfort zone. My P.A. Heena Jaffar aka my chatterbox.

"The client will be here any minute. Have you gone through the presentation?" she asked as she pulled away.

"Yup." I pulled her chubby cheeks.

She swatted my hands away and shot me a glare when I pointed out that she had gotten a little plump. She hit me on the shoulder and reasoned that she was just healthy, not fat.

I never called her fat!

Mrs. Bridget informed us that the clients have reached the parking lot and would be arriving in a few minutes. I dismissed her after thanking her, and Heena looked at me with creased eyebrows.

"Will you be okay?" she asked, and I nodded.

"Then why are you still playing with the fidget spinner?" She gave me a concerned look.

"How do you always find out?" I complained and took out the spinner from my pants' pocket.

I rolled it between my fingers, its round movement hypnotizing me. She let me play for a minute, and then took it away from me.

"I will give it back to you after the meeting. You are skipping your therapy sessions, aren't you?" she scolded.

I avoided her queries and she gave my shoulder a gentle squeeze. I gave her a small smile, but she wasn't convinced. I assured her I would try to attend one session, and she said that she would come with me. I left the topic since there was no use arguing with her. She always had her way.

The door opened, putting a stop to our bantering. A man in a black Gucci suit, with platinum blonde hair and matching moustache entered the room, followed by two men. I greeted them and motioned for them to take seats.

Heena did the usual procedure of introducing each other and completed the formalities. My hands were sweating, and I was nervous as hell. This meeting was nothing new to me, but I panicked every time no matter what. Heena sensed it too and shot me an assuring smile.

Our client, Mr. Rickard Charleston was a man in his seventies and owner of a business corporation worth billions of dollars. People of his age mostly had difficulty walking, or were stricken by some kind of disease, but Mr. Rickard was aging backwards. He could easily give competition to twenty year olds, in any field.

His eyes never left me throughout our discussion, and when the meeting ended, he asked only one question which I was already expecting and dreading at the same time.

"So, Mr. Yuvaan Raichand, I heard you got married recently. I am sorry I couldn't attend the function, but I would love to meet your lovely wife. Where is she?" he asked.

See, didn't I tell you? This man was loaded with money, and a professional, but the only thing he cared about was the family.

"She couldn't come, Mr. Rickard. I hope you are not disappointed. But that's not important, let's talk about-"

"How is that not important, young man?" His sharp tone cut me off.

I think today, I will go to jail for murdering my client.

Okay, first chapter from Yuvaan's POV done.

Since his POVs will be less frequent than Reyna's, the chapters will be a little longer than the usual length.

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