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. In California.

A man was tied to the chair. His blood shot eyes were holding the hatred. The hatred which was very dangerous but not in front of him. The ruler, the king of the underworld. MR. VEER RATHORE.

An expensive car entered inside of the mansion which reflects luxury and secrets. He walked out of the car with his cigar in between lips.

He walked inside to the basement. His bodyguards followed him behind. The aura and the power he held was no joke. He looked towards the man and asked him questions but he didn't reply. His temper got up and he shot three times. The man fell from the chair being lifeless.

He held his jaw and said, "yeh California hai baby.... My world, my kingdom where I rule".

His voice was dark and creepy. He jerked threw his jaw and walked towards his bedroom. Upon entering his bedroom the first thing he saw was the picture of his wife. A huge one. He walked towards your picture and caressed it.

Veer- you don't know... Mein tumhare peeche itna awara hoon ki tumhe paane ke liye kissi bhi haad tak jaa sakta hoon... Lekin aab tum meri ho... MY OBSESSION, MY WIFE.

He walked towards the washroom to get freshened up. He came out after 20minutes. He saw the missed calls from a particular number the number which he hates so much. He called back and a sweet voice answered. He hates her... She is mad behind him from the start which he knows and he also denied her but she was being so stubborn to understand.

?? - hey baby....

Veer- don't you dare call me that..

?? - whatever, toh hum shaadi kab kar rahein hain?

Veer- what do you mean?

?? - I want you darling.... Agar tum mere nahi bane toh mein kuch aisa kar dungi jiski wajah se tumhe mujhse shaadi karne ke alawa aur koi rasta nahi dikhega....

Veer- aisi naubat kabhi nahi aayegi.... Janvi.

Janvi- I want you.... I want you answer.... Are you going to marry me?

Veer- nahh, kabhi nahi..

Janvi- aab bhukto..... Bye veer.

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Kabir sat on the chair while checking some files when someone called him. He picked that up and said,

Kabir- who is this?

A man- sir it's me..

Kabir- haan batao

Man- sir ne usse mar diya..

Kabir- i knew him... Leave him.. He knows how to solve the problem.

He hanged up the call and smiled, feeling proud that his son was handling the situation by own way.

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(No hate for the actress here)

'The famous woman in the fashion world is going to get married with the man of her dreams. Mr. Veer-'

You threw the remote towards the television breaking into pieces. The husband of yours was getting married to someone without you knowing. It's an international news channel. It's showing that she is the best fashion designer in California. Your legs started to shiver. It's not happening. You called someone and asked them to book your tickets to California. You have to leave for it as soon as possible. Your chest was beating fast.

You threw the vase and cried your heart out. It's not going to happen is the only thing in your mind. You didn't know why but your heart was feeling so restless.

You kept your hand on the pieces and a deep cut was made making it bleed very badly. The maid did your first aid. You thanked her and soon your tickets arrived.

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Veer- shit! What's this?

Veer said as he was staring at the news which was displaying his pictures with janvi. He surely hates her now. The thing which confused him the most was yn. She didn't even call him to ask him about this rumour.

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To be continue.

Bye bye