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So here I am presenting to you my new ff.The story and the characters of this ff are completely different.
Also the plot of this story is inspired and a mix of two of my favourite novels. But the whole plot is not at all similar to the novels as I have put my ideas in it as well !!
Hope you all like this one as much as you have liked my previous works !!
The girl next door and an intimidating man !!
Family functions were a volatile mix of extreme torture and boderlined to mental wreckage. Extreme torture was due to the constant looks she managed to get. Condescending. Disapproval. The shake of heads in sad judgement of her pathetic situation. The disdain filled glances said all.
‘This girl is still unmarried ?!! Girls should marry by the time they reach twenty.’ She heard whispers that stiffened her spine and reddened her Cheeks.
Naira would rather sit on a stool of thrones than being subjected to such humiliation. She didn’t know why she did try and spend the whole afternoon and evening to select a perfect dress and make herself get into a routine. The usual drill. Work vigorously on her long black hair for hours to make the tresses look straight, shiny and soft. Make up, not too much but a light understated.
Naira sighed exasperated. This all, it wasn’t her. She wasn’t really tall or beautiful. She merely stood at 5’4 height, and with her thin frame she doesn’t make a mark or create a buzz or toss heads while she enters into a room or walks past a group. Her brown eyes, heart shaped face and pale skin were average. Her presence mostly gets shadowed by the other much pretty, long legged, beautiful, rich society girls.
She only obliged to sit around in these gatherings, as the Singhania’s are a part of a big family and great friend of the vacous society. Of course, family is very important according to her father. She would never go against his word. She was afraid of his authority and forbidding tone. One angry look and she would run scuttling away from the room in fear.
She sighed heavily as she stared at her Phone. As she was finding something to distract her mind she heard some whispers about her !!
Ladies give it a rest. I’m twenty four not fifty, but why does it matter right ?!! As according to ya all I’m already on the dusty shelf in the competitive marraige market. She thought inwardly.
She plastered a frosty smile on her lips. The old ladies smiled back with just as equal filled iciness in their eyes and body language.
All she ever wanted was to have her own dance academy and be independent and free from all the family restraining strings that had pinned her down. She was caged. She was chained by bounds of emotional blackmail. She wanted to break free from all that. She wanted to feel how it feels to work hard and earn money for her own self.
Her father wouldn’t care. He didn’t care if she had dreams and aspirations. She was just a daughter who should be soon gotten rid off and made settled in life with husband and children. He wouldn’t allow her to do a job, because it’s men in the family who should work but not the women, they should just dress up and look good and stay back home. Like a show case mannequin. A decorative piece of furniture.
At one point she tried to muster up the courage to talk to him about her ambition and career path, but she couldn’t. She couldn’t even make eye contact with him before she became a blubbering mess. And now, he is just plain annoyed at the number of times she was getting rejected by some good marraige proposals that he had brought along with his influential connections.
She played with the shiny golden bangles which totally matched with the golden light pink and shimmery gold colour embroidered Punjabi dress she had on.
It was an engagement party of someone,of her father’s business associates.The function was taking place in a huge hall which was booked and rented especially for the event. Yeah, no expenses spared.
Everyone was mingling about over food and conversations, and she was the only one left alone with nothing to do.She looked around again.
Strange, there was a abrupt silence in the hall as people stopped chattering and the humming sounds of conversations trailed off. All the gazes went to the large entrance of the hallway. It might be an industry big wig or a politician that caught the attention of everyone around. This was really common in the wedding recptions and big events as it was arranged by either the groom side or the bride side to invite movie actors or anyone with big name.
Well, Naira,was peaking too from the corner chair. Who might be ‘it’ ?!!
Oh, alright, her forehead cleared.
It was Karthik Manish Goenka, The business head and CEO of leading Goenka companies in India and overseas. Rumours has it that he is the most cruel and cut throat businessman.
Cold. Heartless. Calculating. He looked like one, in the numerous business magazine cover pages she had seen often in her father’s office library at home. He was much younger than compared to the older millionaire counterparties of men, say in his late twenties or so, but still managed to rake shivers down the spine of his adverseries.
She has seen him around in such social gatherings.My god, his only presence might have cost the engagement party a whopping million, she guessed. Yep, he charged large money to attend functions and marraige invites or so she has read in tabloids. Her father absolutely hated the guy. He was young, much more successful and rich, so obviously, he was the nightmare of every manipulative shark mind of the business world.
He was not really that handsome. What she meant was, he was not soft, charming or smooth or even posh looking.
He was more like rough, tall, broad shoulders, athletic body, defined toned arms and legs. Totally poker faced . It was kind of intimidating how one can wipe out all kinds of emotions. Showing less of oneself.
She shuddered. He sure resembled her father in character. Stone cold through and through.
Her eyes darted towards the greeting people. She can see he unsettled the environment.Almost everything changed. In matter of minutes he molded them into puppets as they seem to be eating out from the back of his palm. She hasn’t seen a man more powerful. He had them in control without even speaking or letting out the charm that most men do to attract attention. It disturbed the very air. She didn’t have to be near him or anywhere around the premises of his presence to conclude all this about him. She can see it from a distance, his effects on people.
Precap : Naira spilling her drink on Karthik !! A sneak peak into Karthik’s life.
Naira Singhania, a simple rich heiress, a girl with a big ambition and career path, desperately wants freedom from the protective clutches of her family, especially to escape from the dangerous violence and control of her father. The fierce feminism in her wants to make a difference.
Karthik manish Goenka, a multimillionaire tycoon with sharp edge business skills and harsh demeanor lead him to the title of ‘Cold Hearted Prince’. Desperately wants his dead father’s dream land property from the singhanias.
While Naira doesn’t need another male to dominate her life and take over the control of her freedom. Karthik gets smitten by the attitude she posses.
What will happen when these two imperfect souls meet each other ?!! Will love spark between them ?!! Are they better together or should they carry on their own paths ?!! Stay tuned to know the answers.
Also Naira’s dad in my ff will be a negative character and thus I will not reffer him as Naitik, as I can’t even think of him being the bad dad. So in my ff Naira’s dad will be addressed as Mr.Singhania !!
Do tell me through your comments how the introduction is ?!! I will continue with this ff only if I get good response.
Do comment. Keep smiling. Keep watching Yrkkh !!