Signing The Contract

Mr. Shaikh furrowed his brows.

"Revenge?"

"Mmm..." Sarah nodded. "Romesh Ahuja snatched everything that belonged to you initially. Your dream project, your fame, your people, and your..." She paused deliberately before saying, "...Wife."

"You.." Mr. Shaikh stood up frantically, glaring daggers at the tiny figure resting nonchalantly on his expensive German couch.

What made him even more enraged was the name uttered by the boy that of his so-called enemy- Romesh Ahuja.

"Calm down uncle... Chillax." Although her words were to soothe his anger, Sarah's gaze was provoking. She wanted to blow the flame of hatred within Mr. Shaikh. It didn't look that much difficult she had thought it would be.

Mr. Shaikh chuckled coldly. "And why would you help me?"

"That's a good question." Sarah opened her jacket from the left side and pulled out a paper. "This is what I want you to do for me."