Aiyaari – A RiAnsh/ RiHaan+ Kabbu fanfiction – Part 7

A few days later…

“Why do you always try to protect her, in spite of knowing her truth? I don’t understand what kind of magic that gold-digger had done on bhai, and now you too. blo*dy bit-“

She had not finished saying when a hard blow landed on her face.

“Stay in your limits, Ishani. One more word against bhabhi from your filthy mouth, and I shall forget that you are a woman, and my wife.”

Angre stormed upstairs leaving Ishani burning in rage.

“How dare he, how dare this servant slap me. Now, not only that Riddhima, I’ll make sure this loyal dog suffers too.”, she promised herself.

……….

“Hey!”, a man, waiting to get a lift, shouted to a car that sped by.

“Hey! Hey! Cab!”, he came in front of the vehicle, in an attempt to stop it.

Vihaan applied the breaks and banged the steering wheel in frustration.

“Aur kuch bacha hai, bhagwaan. To, vo bhi kar hi do. Aaj to zindagi sahi mayne mein jhand ho gayi hai.”, he passed a fake smile to the Ganpati idol. The dog figurine kept on the dashboard bobbled it’s head, giving him a confused look.

“Isko bhi suicide karne ke liye meri hi gaadi mili thi kya?”, he muttered under his breath.

The man knocked at the window and peeped inside. Sighing, he opened the window.

“Please drop me. I am already late, and my driver had got stuck in traffic.”, the man said.

“Not on duty currently.”, he closed the window and started the engine.

“Oh, attitude huh? Listen Mister, this behaviour is not good for a cab driver like you. Now, shut up that useless mouth of yours and drop me. Don’t worry, I’ll pay you what you deserve.”

“Ahn… So, you will pay…”, he removed his mask and goggles and
continued, “Me?”

The man, startled after coming to know who he messed up with, started fumbling.

“M..Mr. R..Rai…s..singhania.”, he gulped in fear.

“So, I heard you’ll pay me. What is my worth, according to you?”, he said calmly, making him shiver.

When he didn’t reply, he continued, “Let me do it for you. I believe, that you owe me…”, he pretended to think, as if calculating.

“Your life.”, he said, while looking straight into his eyes.

“Please let me go. I promise I shall never cross paths with you again.”, he pleaded.

“Ahh, you were talking about attitude. Listen, chick. Better you learn to talk politely to strangers, or you might get your head on a platter. This is my favourite shirt and I don’t wanna dirty it with your blood. So, better fck off, before I lose my temper.”

The man scurried away like a mouse, scared as hell after having an encounter with the dead businessman.

“I think people have forgotten the dreaded mafia. Ahh, they aren’t scared anymore. Their tongues have gone out of control, so have their desires. Maybe…It’s time for Vansh Raisinghania to be back.”, he smirked, with a devilish glint in his eyes.