"Get up from my bed!" Raunak roared. Drishti flinched with his sudden action. She looked at him questioningly. He forced her to get up and threw her out of the room and kicked with force.

" You filthy gold digger, you wanted to be Mrs sen? Your dreams won't come true." He snorted coldly.

Drishti tightened her jaw to control her screaming. She cried silently. She somehow managed to lean on the closed door with her hands hugging her knees. She wiped her tears and said faintly, " I will never be Mrs sen? Huh! As if I care."

Seriously she doesn't give a damn about being someone's wife. She had her own life, own job, own  world. She doesn't lack of money But she never liked to show off.

Drishti Mitra is an independent girl who loves her self respect and dignity most. She is a simple girl from a middle class Bangali family.She never wanted to be rich but she wanted to be respected. The simplicity inside her is her greatest strength. But simplicity is not something to describe her. If any word can symbolise her, that's secrets. Dark secrets of blood and revenge. 

Raunak Sen is a well known CEO of a top leading company. He is rich, arrogant and ruthless. His first priority has always been his business. He never loves anyone except himself , never cares for anything except business. He is a rich and handsome CEO who loves the power to control. The thing he hate most is liars.  


So a cold CEO and a independent secretive girl. So the CEO treat her like this and she will just accept because she is from a middle class family? No way! Actually she is not someone to mess with.She is Drishti. She herself is her strength. She is a real fighter. A powerful fighter, who is not afraid of using her powers while necessary.


It's a story of love, revenge and family. Clinical psychology and historical events also are a big part of the story.

The Arranged Bride of the CEO

"You are going to Singapore too?" Mitali asked curiously looking at him.


"Too? You know someone else going?" Deep asked raising an eyebrow. 


"Mohit said he will go. Manav bhai is also going but he's not sure. He had some important works at that time...so..."


"So Manav bhai is not going, right?" Deep became very excited knowing that Manav was not about to go.


"What's so good in it? He will try of course. Why do you guys always bully my brother?" She made a pout.


Deep almost vomited blood with her words. Bully? The most fearful and mighty Manav Banarjee? They wouldn't dare. He's another name of doom for them.


"You think we bully Manav bhai?" He wanted to laugh with the helplessness. He didn't know how to react.


"Are you sad that we all are going without you?" Deep raised an eyebrow. 


"I will miss you, a little." She smiled at him.


Deep didn't know why she looked so cute at the moment. He pecked on her lips without any hesitation, even without thinking twice. 


"There are still days to go. Why are you missing me from now on?" He tried to comfort her but he didn't know why she was behaving that reluctant. She was not like that.


Deep sighed and asked, "Do you want to go with me?" 


"No! I have a lot of works here. In every business event, headquarters get a lot of pressure. So...I can't go with you." She pinched his cheeks didn't know why.


"What are you doing?" He asked curiously. 


"Nothing. Just thinking to create your face with clay. So measuring your cheeks." 


Smiling a little he hugged her tightly. Keeping his chin on the crook of her neck, he inhaled the scent if her hair, maybe it was of her shampoo. 


"Why don't make a whole statue? You can measure the whole body of mine? Do you agree?" 


His sly words made her cheeks burn though he tried to act innocent. She was having an urge to face palm herself but couldn't do it due to the tight hug.


"I knew silence means consent. So did you agree?"


"No!! Why would I? I have a lot of works." She freed herself from the hug and looked away from him, "Moreover making a face is a matter of months. So if I need to create a statue, I need years, man!! I have works and I can't give that much time." 


Deep nodded a little with a smirk. He took a steps forward at her and she started to take steps back.


"No need to create any statue. You can take the measurement, right? Why not go with that?" He looked at her with amusement. 


"Errr....I'm gonna leave playing with clay. No need. Okay?" She started to stammer at him that made him laugh loudly. She was really cute while getting nervous. 


"Why are you laughing now?" She asked confused with his mood swings.


"No need to leave working with clays. I won't tease you, promise." He pinched her nose.


Deep didn't want to answer this. Instead he took her lips into his, the kiss was passionate but sweet. He was dominating yet soft on her. When he shoved his tongue un her mouth, she grabbed the hem of his shirt.


The moment, both of them ran out of breath, they parted away. But suddenly Deep parted away from her and gave a bitter smile, "Umm....I have a meeting with some foreign clients. So....I need to go. okay?"


Mitali looked at him with confusion. What actually happened suddenly? Why did he run away like this?


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