My Possessive Beast Husband

3. Annual function day

Pooja

After a restless night where I could hardly catch three hours of sleep, I woke up early in the morning only to get a call from my sister. She was worried about me.

"Don’t worry Di, I am all right,” I lied because I did not want her worry. She asked me about breakfast and college timing. Unfortunately mom was not around her so I could not talk to mom. Our conversation was short because Dad call my sister. But after talking her lifted my mood. Around 5 pm I opened my almirah and I was searching for a suitable dress for the function. I don’t like any heavy dresses and I don’t want anyone’s attention, so I chose a simple dress. At that time Sapna called me.

"Hey beautiful, what are you wearing today?" she asked.

"Nothing special, I'll come the same way I always do," I replied in a normal tone.

"I knew you would do something like this, that's why I called you," she said angrily. She was getting annoyed with my dress choice. She's always like this. It made me smile.

"Please Pooja, I know you're very beautiful and you don’t need any make-up, but please wear something nice and apply some make-up, for my sake," she pleaded. She was almost begging me. Hearing her, I couldn't help but laugh.

"Okay, okay, I'll do as you say. Now stop your drama, miss drama queen," I said, and we both laughed. I asked her when she would come to the hotel. She told me she would arrive at 8. It meant I would have to wait for her for 2 hours, and I would be alone there. The function was going to start at 8, but I requested her to come at least 1 hour before and she agreed. After that, I hung up the phone and went to take a bath.

I wore a red gown, applied some lipstick and eyeliner. I left my hair down and put on a pair of earrings. After grabbing my phone and slipping into my simple sandals, I walked out of the house. Since no one was home today, I locked up and tried to start my scooter, only to find it wouldn't start due to no petrol in the tank.

‘God, why is this happening today?’ Without wasting a second, I headed towards the bus station. I couldn't afford to be late today, or the principal would kill me.

While on the way, Sapna called me again. She told me she couldn't come to the function because she was going to her boyfriend’s house. I felt sad, but I didn't want to ruin her happy time.

"Okay, enjoy," I said calmly and hung up the call.

Today, I had to be alone, which upset me. On the way to the bus station, I saw a very old woman at the signal. She was trying to sell flowers to a man, but he was insulting her due to her poor condition and outright abusing her. Her legs were shaking from old age, and when he pushed her, I ran towards her and held her. Suddenly, she fainted in my arms. I panicked and tried to wake her up, but she wouldn't open her eyes. I called for an ambulance, but they said they wouldn't arrive on time, so I asked a man for a taxi. When the taxi arrived, the man and I helped the old woman into it.

At the hospital, the nurses took her on a stretcher. I waited for her to wake up, but I had to leave for the hotel; it was getting late. Five minutes later, the doctor came out and told me she was fine; it was just a BP problem, and she needed rest. Feeling relieved, I asked at the counter for the bill. Knowing she was poor, I paid it. It wasn't too much. After leaving the hospital, I quickly headed towards the hotel. Since I missed my bus, I had to walk, but thankfully, I wasn't late. As I arrived, I noticed there were too many cars parked at the hotel, including a Bugatti Veyron!

It was my first time seeing such an expensive and beautiful car. I was mesmerized by it for a moment, but then I remembered I had to go inside. I tore my gaze away from the car and made my way indoors.

The hotel was truly stunning. It was my first time visiting, and I couldn't help but marvel at its beauty. The owner must be incredibly wealthy, I thought to myself as I took in the grandeur of the lobby. Lost in my thoughts, my phone suddenly rang, and I saw that it was a call from my Head of Department (HOD). I quickly answered the call.

"Where are you, Pooja? Why haven't you come yet?" she scolded over the phone. I couldn't understand why she was being so harsh; the function hadn't even started yet.

"Yes, ma'am, I'm at the hotel. I'm on my way," I replied politely, but a sudden realization hit me. Wasn't that expensive car in the parking lot the chief guest's? If so, then the guests must have arrived, and I needed to hurry.

As I stepped into the elevator and pressed the button for the 10th floor, my heart raced with anxiety. I nervously smoothed my lips, waiting for the doors to open. If the chief guest had indeed arrived, my tardiness would surely anger the principal.

Finally, the elevator reached the 10th floor, and the doors slid open. I stepped out, only to collide with a solid obstacle. My head spun, and I braced myself for a fall, but strong arms caught me around the waist just in time. As I opened my eyes, I was met with a captivating scent that hinted at wealth. I knew I was in trouble.

"I'm really sorry... Please forgive me. I apologize," I stammered, closing my eyes tightly. Fear gripped me, and I immediately sought forgiveness. I had never been in such close contact with a man before, and the experience was overwhelming.

"I want you to open your eyes and look at me!" His voice held a commanding edge, sending shivers down my spine. My throat felt dry with apprehension. Why was he so angry? I knew I shouldn't disobey, but fear kept my eyes shut tight.

"I don't like that you won't let me see your eyes, angel," he warned, his tone leaving no room for defiance.

Feeling as though I had no choice, I slowly opened my eyes. Before me stood a remarkably handsome man, with piercing blue eyes and fair skin. He towered over me, his presence commanding attention. In that moment, it seemed as though all the world's beauty had been bestowed upon him alone. But why did he call me angel?

As I looked into his eyes, a sense of dread washed over me. I realized the gravity of my mistake. This man, holding me possessively by the waist, was none other than a king in his own right. He wielded power over this world, with the police and media at his beck and call. In his presence, we were nothing but lowly subjects, mere worms beneath his feet. He was a beast among men, feared and revered by all.

I hadn't even noticed the color of his eyes before, but now, as he urged me to look into them once more, I saw a warning gleam within them. They spoke volumes, telling me that I was in grave danger.

"I'm sorry, sir. I accept my mistake. I'm ready to apologize," I said to him in a scared tone, attempting to move away from him.

His grip remained possessive, refusing to loosen. Why was this man scaring me? Was it only because I bumped into him? His angry gaze alone was enough to cause a heart attack. I glanced at my professors for help, but they avoided his gaze, appearing scared but unwilling to intervene. I tried to free myself, but he wouldn't release me, filling me with fear. I feared he might even hit me.

"Please, let me go. I'm sorry. I know it was my mistake to bump into you, and I understand you're angry," I begged him, tears welling in my eyes. He seemed like a psycho, unconcerned about the CCTV cameras. He knew no one would dare confront him. But what was going through his mind?

"Didn't you hear? Let me go! I've already apologized to you!" I shouted at him in fear, my bad habit of panicking leading me to this point. When I'm scared, I tend to shout, but I should have kept my mouth shut. I shouldn't have yelled at him. He pulled me closer to his chest, and I heard him take a deep breath. My breath caught as he sniffed me. Why was he smelling me?

"See you soon. When we meet again, I'll let you know what you did wrong. I'll remember every one of your words. I've locked your words in my heart," he whispered seductively in my ear, sending chills throughout my body. It was too dangerous to contemplate. What did he mean by meeting soon? I didn't think I had done anything wrong. What kind of mistake was he talking about? I glanced at his hand, briefly considering biting it to make him let go, but even thinking about it was a mistake.

He looked at me like I was prey, and he was an animal ready to devour me. His gaze was filled with lust, but suddenly, I felt his grip on me loosen. Stepping back, I noticed over ten men behind him, all dressed in black like bodyguards surrounding him, but his eyes remained fixed on me. Without thinking, I instinctively covered my chest with my hands, trying to shield myself from him. Then, I turned on my heel and ran away from there.

I made my way towards the room where the Head of Department had summoned me. I was terrified of encountering that man again. It was my first experience, and I never imagined I would see him in this hotel. What was he doing here? He mentioned we would meet again, but I doubted it. I had no intention of crossing paths with him again; I'd change my route to avoid him.

"Pooja, you have to go to the 20th floor. The chief guest is waiting for you. He said he wants to meet you," she said fearfully. What was with her? Just moments ago, she was scolding me, but now she seemed afraid. I couldn't see the principal around, but I didn't ask her. Well, it was good he wasn't here.

"Okay, ma'am," I answered, then made my way up to the 20th floor, room number 205. Why did this chief guest want to meet me? Was he going to scold me for arriving late? But I had arrived on time. I was extremely nervous, my mind racing with these thoughts. Standing in front of room 205, feeling nervous, my heart and brain both urged me not to go. But I had to. Despite my apprehension, I knocked on the door, and someone replied from inside.

Gabriel Dominic Valentine

Some time ago

I stood on the rooftop of the hotel, gazing out at the city below, until a commotion at a nearby intersection caught my attention.

There was an old woman selling flowers across the street, struggling to stand with the aid of a cane. A man was berating her for her poor condition, and my gaze sharpened as I recognized him as one of my targets. A smirk crossed my lips; it seemed fate had brought him directly to me.

I motioned for one of my men to bring me a gun, my bodyguards standing dutifully behind me. As I aimed at the man, ready to send him to his demise, a figure suddenly appeared—a girl with long, flowing black hair. I halted, my eyes fixed on her like a predator stalking its prey.

She intervened, pushing the man's hand away from the old lady and delivering a resounding slap across his face. I raised an eyebrow, impressed by her boldness. She acted as if the old lady were her own family. When the man attempted to retaliate, she swiftly called upon the help of the bystanders. Clever. Though I couldn't see her face clearly, her back seemed oddly familiar to me, sending a jolt through my heart.

Why was I thinking of her now, of all times? But before I could dwell on it further, the old lady collapsed into the girl's arms, and she frantically tried to revive her to no avail.

She dialed numbers on her phone, likely calling for an ambulance, before instructing a man to summon a taxi. When one arrived, she carefully lifted the old woman into her arms with the assistance of the men and turned to face me. To my astonishment, she was my angel! My heart raced with a mixture of shock and elation, and I was compelled to reach her, but before I could move, the traffic lights changed, trapping me on the rooftop of the hotel.

As the taxi drove off with the girl and the old woman, I dashed out of the hotel and hurried to the same street. However, the traffic lights thwarted my attempts to cross the road, leaving me seething with frustration. My bodyguards watched me warily, unnerved by my anger. Determined, I eventually crossed the road and caught a glimpse of her taxi disappearing into the distance. Though I longed to follow her, I knew I had urgent matters to attend to.

Feeling as though I was losing my mind, I immediately called Zain.

“Zain, she's in this city,”

“Really?” he exclaimed.

“Yes, I found her,” I confirmed, my heart racing like crazy thinking about her.

I instructed Zain to search every hospital in the area, emphasizing that no facility should be overlooked, no matter how small. I was determined to find my angel at any cost. After 10 minutes, Zain called me back, informing me that he had located the old woman but couldn't find my angel. She had settled the hospital bill for the lady and disappeared. My mind raced with thoughts of her. How could I lose her again after finally finding her after so long? I had been searching for her for about a month, and now she had slipped away once more.

Later, I arrived at the hotel where the college's annual function was set to take place. My father, the college's owner, had tasked me with representing him due to his busy schedule. I knew exactly what he meant by "busy schedule" – he'd be occupied with his affairs with various women. However, I had different plans for the college, and that's why I had come to India, not simply because my father instructed me to. An evil smile played on my lips.

My intention? To eliminate the principal for sending me an invitation card. The mere idea of traveling to another country for the college's annual function infuriated me. When I learned about the need to travel abroad for the event, I instructed Zain to contact the principal and inform him that this year, the function would be held at our hotel, not the college. Surprisingly, the principal readily agreed without raising any objections.

I stormed into the lobby, seething with rage, and Zain quickly caught up to inform me about the situation I had asked him to investigate. My anger reached its peak, and in a fit of frustration, I hurled my phone to the ground. Striding toward the room where the principal awaited, I fixated my gaze on him with intense fury. He stood there like a scared dog, awaiting his fate.

Entering the room, I took my seat on the sofa with the demeanor of a king, radiating coldness. My bodyguards stationed themselves outside, adding to the atmosphere of intimidation. Sweat beaded on the brows of the staff and even the principal, who trembled in fear at my presence.

"Bring that coward here," I ordered Zain, my voice laced with contempt.

Zain, my childhood friend smiled. Our fathers were crime partners in the mafia world, but I had no interest in inheriting my father's criminal empire. I had my own enterprises to manage. Though Zain shot me a knowing look, I was too consumed by rage to heed his silent warning.

When the principal entered, fear gripped him visibly as I advanced toward him.

“So this is how you welcome your guests?” I questioned him, my tone dripping with danger as I locked eyes with him. His demeanor betrayed his fear, and it seemed he was on the verge of tears.

“I apologize, sir, but the president has not arrived yet,” he stammered, his voice trembling with fear. His entire body shook with dread, and I could sense his terror. And I intended to intensify it.

“So you're insinuating it's my fault for arriving before your president?” I spoke softly, my words carrying a weight of menace.

“No, sir, that's not what I meant. I apologize, sir, I'm sorry,” he whimpered, now in tears. I turned my attention to Zain.

"Does your president believe I have all the time in the world to indulge in his little games?" I directed the question to Zain before turning to my men.

"I've had enough of the president's antics. Drag that bastard up here the moment he sets foot in this hotel. I'll dismantle his life and ensure he never forgets my name!" I declared, my fury mounting. Before leaving, I made sure to kick the trembling principal out of the college.

"Now you're no longer a college principal. A worthless individual who couldn't control his own college president is good for nothing. Not just you, but the entire staff is at risk of losing their jobs," I stated firmly, and they pleaded with me.

As I turned to leave, heading towards the elevator, a girl emerged and collided with me. I stood my ground, but she staggered, on the verge of falling, so I instinctively reached out and steadied her by her waist. My gaze fell upon her, and to my astonishment, I realized she was my angel.

I felt like I was losing my mind, as if I was soaring on cloud nine. Finally, I had found her, and now she was in my arms. Her grip on my suit was tight, as if her life depended on it. I glanced down at her, imagining her lying in my bed. Even without makeup, she looked incredibly alluring, her rosy lips driving me wild. But then, she spoke up.

“I'm truly sorry... Please forgive me. I apologize,” she pleaded, her voice trembling. But why did she address me as 'sir'? Why was she so terrified of me when I was overjoyed to see her after so long?

“Didn't you hear? Let me go! I've already apologized to you!” she shouted in fear. That's when it hit me—she didn't recognize me. No, she simply forgot about me.

How dare she forget me? Her husband? I'll make her pay for her mistake. Forgetting me as if I were nothing to her was the gravest error of her life. She'll regret it for the rest of her days.

I returned to my hotel room, but her face kept haunting me, her soft body lingering in my mind as if I were still holding her. After a while, Zain entered my room and updated me about my angel.

"The president isn't a man, but rather a woman. She's the same girl who's the college president, and she's coming to meet you. However, she doesn't know who she's meeting because the college staff didn't inform anyone about your arrival in the country. You're the chief guest of the function because last time..." Zain trailed off, his expression turning somber. I couldn't bear to see him like this.

"Can you please stop with the sad face? You know I don't like seeing you like this," I remarked. He glanced at me, narrowing his eyes.

"So, what are you planning to do with her?" he inquired, his eyes narrowing further. I didn't offer him a response; he understood me all too well. He smiled and nodded.

"You're walking into the lion's den, angel," I grinned sinisterly. I eagerly awaited my angel. Just the thought of her was making me hot. I didn't know how I'd control myself when she stood before me. Once she stepped into this room, there'd be no going back for her.

“Cancel the annual function immediately. I don’t want anyone to disturb me and my angel,” I said to Zain.

He smiled and left. After 5 minutes, there was a knock on the door.

I called out, "Come in," in a composed tone, already knowing who it was.