I have read about people like Rivaan Kapoor.
Powerful. Arrogant. Men who believe they can control the world with a flick of their fingers.
But I never thought I’d be the girl caught in their storm.
Yet, here I was, standing in the middle of the salon I had worked in for months, realizing that it no longer belonged to its owner.
It belonged to him.
Rivaan Kapoor had bought it. Just like that.
I felt my chest tighten. I tried to swallow, but my throat felt dry.
I opened my mouth to speak, but my voice refused to come out.
Rivaan smirked. He knew what he had done. He was enjoying it.
"Surprised?" he asked, leaning against the counter, like he had all the time in the world.
I forced myself to stand straight. "You think this is some joke?"
He chuckled. "No. It’s very serious. I just
