THE FIRST PART. [ #DUET-1]

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"Ufff! , what the hell is this noise?" I yelled, sipping coffee.

God! I hate this . I love my job , yet I hate it too . Because of all the noise. It's been 6 months, 6 fucking months I have arrived in Italy. Just for one single project yet it's not finished.

"Ma'am are you there?" . Josh asked.

" Sorry, I....what were you saying?". I gasped.

"Are you fucking serious Shreya?" . Sarah shouted.

" Bitch! Sorry". I yelled.

"It's been fucking 4 months and look at us still stuck" Sarah yelled.

"Ofcourse we are, and all thanks to our dear friend ". Josh Said.

"Fine , cut the crap now " I said in a low voice. " Now let's go , the owner have called to attend the sight".

Sarah and Josh were my only friend in Italy. At first I was little nervous to trust them , for the record I don't even trust them now . It's just they have been good towards me . And I have some trust issues and ofcourse daddy issues. Not the daddy issues people often think. I have a issue with my own father. And usually people say like father like daughter. Because I am nothing like that man . I hate that man from the core of my heart.

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We reached the sight , the ride was extremely Noisy. As Sarah can't keep her shit Together. Fuck I miss my brother and sister. It's been two fucking months I haven't called them . And ofcourse they are trying to reach my , which I am ignoring.

When I got this job . My father was not sure of it . So eventually without his permission I came . But the real question is .

Did he agreed ❓

No 🙂‍↔️

Ofcourse he didn't, he never agreed to anything I say .

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It's been 2 weeks already. The project was about to finish.  It's Saturday already. Gof I hate Saturday. But I love Monday. Am I weird? May be , may be not. Who cares. I love my work . I love my job .

And then my phone rang. Sarah obviously it's her .

"What's up bitch!" She said .

"Just laying on bed and smoking" I gasped." What about you?".

" Be ready by 8". She yelled while laughing.

" Bitch no! I am Exhausted". I yelled back." I need beauty sleep".

"Oh common girl" she said." It's will be fine as fuck ".

" Fine , I will be ready" I said.

" Great". She said." Josh will pick us up .

And then the call disconnected.

My cigarette was on the edge slightly burning my finger. I gasped and threw it . And then I again slept.

It's was already 7:55 in the evening. And I was already ready. I took a Relaxing shower because I had to wash my hair . And then the horn of a car . Uhhhh! Damm it .

As soon as I saw them. Sarah's jaw was already dropped. And Josh he was smirking. Ofcourse he was .

" Stop " I said , my voice calm but cold . " Not a fucking word."

"God! I wish I could've fuck you today ". Sarah gasped.

" Down girll." I yelled. " What the hell is wrong with you.

And both of them laughed. God ! I want the night to end fast.

The ride was about 20 minutes and then we reached the club. And this time my jaw dropped. For the past months , I did visit a club but this club right in front of me screaming Luxury and ofcourse money 🤑.

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"Boss , he's dead " one of my men said.

I didn't replied, I just hummed . I was sitting in my Club. I bought this club a month ago and it's been a blast since then .

I came to Italy last month due to a business meeting, as the Russians were pain in the ass . Fuck! I miss my baccha. KHIRAZ papa will come soon . I murmured under my breath.

And then, my eyes fell on to something more like someone. A girl, may be a woman. She looks mid 24.

Her hair is long till her ass. He is wearing a fucking Tiny dress. Her curves look deadly. Wait! Wait! .

She looks more Indian. I mean Ofcourse Indian people can come. But this one looks different.

She was dancing with some other girl. While a boy was standing in the corner holding their bags .

As the light of the club hit her face . She Sparkles. She looks so soft . God! What the fuck are you thinking Aditya? My Subconscious shouted at me . Damn it. U tried but couldn't control myself self.

Kaun ho tum?

Kya ho tum?

I called Michael, as he was one of my friends.

" I need some information". I said.

" About whom?" He asked.

" Man! You know me too well ". I spoke. " I will send you the picture".

I said and cut the call . I called one of my men to take a clear picture of her and send it to Michael. And they did.

Damn girl people are clicking your pictures and who have no fucking Idea. God ! Those boobs. Fuck it ! . What the hell am I even thinking.

Time passed like seconds and she was still there. Trembling , now she's just smoking. She sat on a course with her friend. She smoking like pro . Fuck ! Girl why on earth are you even smoking? .

And then I got the notifications . All clear details about her  along with a picture of her .

Name- Shreya Agarwal.

Age- 24

Height - 5'2

Born in - Mumbai

Profession- Interior designer

Hobby - work

Friends- Sarah and Josh

Mobile no - Xxxxxxxxxxxx

Address - Xxxxxxxxx

[ Shreya belongs from a middle class family. She use to live with her mother, father and her younger sister and brother. She recently moved to Italy last 6 months ago due to a project. She haven't contacted her parents since the past 2 months.She smokes regularly. She have tattoos around her body . She's currently working in XXX company.]

Damm girl! Why haven't you contacted your family? Why are you smoking like Chain smoker?

Ohh! Who is she ? Who ever who are? From now on you are mine girl? Get ready to enter my Hell . Hell of ' Aditya Singh Rathore '.

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Fuck it !

It Sunday morning for God sake. Who on earth is calling me . I picked up the call .

" Are you dead girl". Mr Smith.

" What now ? Alex. It's Sunday for God sake". I roar .

" You have got a new project girl ". Mr Smith said.

" What? "I asked.

" Yep! Come to the office at 11 ". He said and disconnected the call .

Ugh! Fuck my life . Fuck everyone. What the fuck is wrong with these people.

I got up , because it's already 8:00 . Fuck this hangover. My head is aching as if someone have sot me right on the head . My eyes are burning. Damn it .

I woke my from bed . Took a quick shower and I brush my teeth in between that . I got dressed up . I went to my kitchen Nd poured some fruit juice and made a chicken sandwich for myself. I ate and as I was a little bit early. I light up a Cigarette and started reading a Novel.

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It's been 1 hour , even since I have arrived in the office. Still the Client haven't yet come . Everyone was talking about th me client as if he was the god him . Bullshit. This is carelessness. I don't like people who are late .

And then suddenly I could hear footsteps heavy. As if there were atleast 15 people . What the hell ? .

And then I saw him . Damn the height. Atleast 6'5 . The broad shoulders. Tattoos around his hand . Black Tuxedo. Rolex watch . The beard in his face. Those damm jawlines . Those fearless eyes. As if the Devil Himself have come .

And then he was smoking a Cigarette. wait what? What the hell?

And Clearly Mr Smith is not saying a word. This is a office not a fucking club. And then our eyes met. God ! Just like that shiver ran through my spine.

He directly came and sit in front of me . What the fuck? Why on earth am I panicking. God ! His aura.

I cleared my throat and then .

" Excuse me sir" . I said." This is a Office".

" Did I say , it's a club". He whispered.

" Exactly". I said.

Our eyes were on each other now and then I looked at the cigarette in his fingers. And then he chuckled and threw in on the ground by taking a last puff.

" What the hell?" Mr Smith whispered .

" Shall we start". I asked.

He just nodded and then one of his man.

" Good afternoon" he said." My name is Michael".

" Shreya Agarwal". I simply smoke.

" Miss Agarwal". He spoke." This project very important for us , will you be able to do it ."

" Continue" i said.

" Okh" he said." So let me introduce first. This is ' Aditya Singh Rathore '. The upcoming Kind of Maharashtra aka Mumbai.

And my eyes widened with shock. And his eyes were on me the whole time . He didn't flinched, he didn't look back . He was just staring at me . As if he wanted to know something.

Who are you Mr Rathore?

And then I disconnected the eye contact with him . And then Michael began.

" So we are not building anything". He spoke." We are renovating, we just need some changes and to be pitch perfect ".

Before I could say anything. Mr Smith spoke " done ".

" And one more thing" Michael said ." The mansion is in Rajasthan".

Did I hear it properly or just what? . Rajasthan, India. My fear . My trauma. All hit me like as if someone have pushed a knife inside my heart .

Fuck it . Am not this weak . I have to control.

" Am sorry, Mr RATHOR". I spoke." But I can't do it ".

His gaze were now softener. Like completely different different. Yet he didn't say a word. And then Michael. Ofcourse.

" Mr Smith, this is not acceptable". Michael spoke." Sir have come from a long journey and this is what we get in return".

" Am really sorry sir ". Mr Smith spoke." There must be some kind of mistakes , let me handle it . ".

" Gentleman please excuse us". Mr Smith spoke." Shreyaa , Come ".

Without a word I followed his to my cabin. And then .

" What the fuck is wrong with you ? " He roar. " Why did you just denied?".

" My answer is still a no". I simply said.

" Girl this could change you life , our life ". He spoke.

" Till I'm not interested in going back to that place". I spoke.

" Look Shreya , I understand you concern". He spoke. " But come back as soon as the work is done".

" Fine". I said.

We went outside and then I felt someone's heavy gaze on me . Ofcourse it's him . God those devil's eyes. It's making my skin crawl in a different way.

" We are in " Mr Smith said.

" Great " Michael said.

And without a second, Michael handed the details to Mr Smith and then they started walking towards the Elevator. And then once again our eyes eyes. He just smirked. Wait wait wait. Did he just fucking smirk .

God! Something is fishy?

It's all fucked up .

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It's been already 2 Days . And till now I haven't received any kind of ticket or any update from them . Even Sarah and John said the same thing. And then a message popped in my phone.

[ Nice knowing you Mr Agarwal, we are leaving tomorrow morning sharp at 10 . Get ready by 9:30 . My men will pick you up 😉. ]

                                             -Yours Aditya

Fucking hell . What the Fuck is this.

Nice knowing me and what is this yours Aditya. Cheap!

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The night passed quickly, more than usual. I already packed my bags yesterday and Sarah and John were already ready and some of our workers too . The workers have got there ticket except for 3 of us . Is this a joke or what. I took a quick shower and all dressed up in a casual outfit.

My outfit and my situation. I look like a fragile girl waiting for death.

Some os his men pickup all three of us and we were on the airport now . And then my eyes widened with amusement. It's a fucking private jet . God this man is screaming money 💰.

We entered his jet and out eyes met once again.

" Welcome Mr AGARWAL" . He said.

" Hello Mr RATHOR". I said.

He greeted Sarah and Josh. And they all sat on there respective seats and me on the other hand I was sitting right in front of him . Hell no . We'll I kinda like it . Control bitch control.

I simply took out one of my novel and started reading it . He was on his phone with someone while his gaze were on me . I couldn't help and I spoke.

Stop Gawking at me ". I whispered." Mr RATHOR, it's bad manners."

" Then stop being this breathtaking". He whispered back.

My eyes widened in horror. My cheeks burn . Shiver ran through my spine. My whole body was on fire. Butterflies. Oh hell no. Those fucking butterflies, am gonna fucking kill them.

And then after some times, he was on his phone Scrolling down some shits . I couldn't control myself but stare at this face . He looks damn fucking hot . No Wonder women were drooling over him just like me . Am I? Who cares . And then he caught me .

Fuck!

Caught!

Red handed!

Guilty?

Fucking yes.

And then I looked at my book . The book I am reading is " Lights out"

" You look like a tomato " he whispered.

What the fuck?

God no .

I don't wanna see him . Yet I looked up . The Audacity.

" What ?" . I asked

" You are blushing plus embarrassed plus confused " he said.

My eyes widened itself. Because somehow this Bastard was right. Not somehow entirely.  And then I rolled my eyes and put my whole Concentrate On the book.

" Did you just roll your eyes on me Sweetheart". He whispered.

I chocked on my breath. Looking at him . His eyes. Dark , yet gentle.

" You got a problem with that". I asked.

" I do ". He whispered.

" Why". I asked.

" Because I care ". He spoke.

" Ofcourse you do '. I said.

He cares . Hun . That's a fucking bullshit. All men are same . And I hate men . I didn't wanted to yet I did . Because of my fucked up past .

~FLASHBACK~

" Am leaving, Am fucking leaving ". I shouted. " Do you hear me , I am done with this relationship ".

He pushed me towards the wall while grabbing my throat harshly.

" Where do you think you are going?". He shouted.

" Get your filthy hands off of me ". I shouted. " You bastard ".

He smirked and then grabbed my hair with his fist and pushed me to the ground.  And started hitting me with his leg . The first kick it landed on me stomach. I cried in pain. And the second on on my head. And then he grabbed my hair and started taking me towards the bedroom. I was screaming in pain. Crying , begging him to leave me . Yet he was hitting me . He bought a knife and started cutting my arms. My skin was burning. My scalp was burning. My body was aching. I was screaming in pain . Begging him to stop . Yet he was doing the opposite.

After hitting me . He pulled his pants down. And turn me towards the bed . And tear down my panty. He forced himself on me . I cried, begging yet he wasn't stopping.

And I didn't even realise when I blacked out.

When I woke up. I was naked. Blood all over my arm. Skin slashed. My body was paining. My head was on fair . And my Vagina was sore . Blood was dripping down my tights . I couldn't move. I couldn't breathe.