Her Flawed Love

Chapter 6

Nishil's POV

She is something else. She is not like everyone else who would throw themselves at my feet. But that alone is not the factor that she has an impact on me.

I have known her since 3 years. The first time I laid my eyes on her, was the day I decided I had to get her on my bed. Somehow, I managed to convince my sister who coincidentally happened to be her then roommate.

And then, I received a huge NO from my target. That is something I've never experienced. She straight up denied meeting me or at least that's what I heard. I heard through my other one night stands at the same place that she didn't even care listening my name later.

That is when she became a challenge to me. I just want to know her. If possible flirt with her even though that word itself is out of my dictionary. She hurt my pride and I very well intend on getting her on my bed at any freaking cost.

So I did use my power a little. Put a trusted person as a spy. And had them report me everything about her.

Intrigued is a little word. From a challenge she grew as greater challenge. The version of how my sister described her, the spy described her and my other one night stands described her are all different. Not even one point matched about her.

And so from a greater challenge, she became a maze I want to see the end of.

So I myself put an observant eye on her. That is when I came to know who she truly is.

A pure soul.

A girl full of life.

A girl who dreams of true love.

So, that is when I knew I can't have her. All she ever did was wait for her Prince Charming in his shining armour who would hold her hand and walk the rest of life with her. And I know I can't be that.

Instead, I started protecting her. Without her knowing about it. I saw her falling for a guy then realising he is just a douche bag. I saw her fantasizing over her favourite fictional character Warner. Her recent obsession has been Hardin Scott from the series After.

I smile to myself. But never did I had the balls to face her. To tell her that I admire her. To tell her that she is so pure that I just want to protect her.

Protecting her includes everything. Let us not talk about how I had to beat the s**t out of her senior who bothered her. How I just had to eliminate people from her life without a warning, because they are just toxic.

But other times, I left few issues for her to solve herself.

She is also a brave soul. She loves to fight back even though she has been knocked over multiple times. I always get amazed how sensitive she can be at one point and fight like freaking Jhansi Ki Rani at other point.

I'm not sure if this is fate playing games or whatever. But after a long wait of 4 years, I finally got to meet her. To actually see her directly.

Hell, even I didn't see that coming. I sang with her. Laughed with her. Joked around. And did many, that I can't do with anyone else. That made me smile again.

She freaking asked me if I like the colour black because that's what typical billionaires in books like.

I take a glance at the clock and it reads 1:00 PM . Before I realise I'm hungry, my personal assistant walks into my cabin with the pre planned menu. Another maid clears the table for me and places the hot meal before me.

The meal consists of two rotis, paneer curry, daal and little amount of rice with curd. A glass of watermelon juice sits beside and I nod in approval.

Once I nod, my personal assistant walks away with the maid leaving me some space to have my meal. I tend to eat alone because I love to enjoy my own presence while having some good food.

As soon as I eat two pieces of my roti, my mind involuntarily drift towards Arni. About how little her appetite is when she meets new people.

Somehow, everything I see with my eyes reminds me of her.

Should I just call her? Yes, we indeed exchanged our numbers yesterday. She said she sees me as her friend.

Or would it give it off to her that I'm flirting with her?

Nevermind. I'll let fate give us another chance again.

I finish my lunch soon and take a sip of my watermelon juice. Laugh to myself again recalling her words asking me if I tend to add drugs into my juice because I don't share that with anyone.

Scratch the fate, I'll just call her.

I call her and wait for her to answer. But no response from the other end. So I just assume she is just busy with whatever she is doing. And I carry on with my work.

A knock on my door stiffens me again.

My personal assistant Mr. Harsh walks in and informs that the visit to our new client's construction site is on schedule and that's it's almost time.

I nod and walk out of my cabin. People all the way wishing me "Good Afternoon" while I just give a stiff nod now and then.

Everyone over here are just machines. Machines working for money or few bitches working their asses off for my attention. You can say I give few of them my attention for a night. But the very next day, they're out of the way.

I sit in my BMW I chose for the day with Harsh beside me and driver keeping his eyes and focus on the road.

"As soon as this ends, there is another meeting with your father and the health Minister. Later at evening, Kyra Mam asked for a dinner with you so I scheduled it accordingly sir" Harsh finishes reading out my schedule.

The last part made me cringe.

And managing business and politics on two parallel boats can be quite tiring. But I love it. I love to accompany my father in politics and succeed in business with my own talent and interest. I am happy both ways.

Within no time we reach the construction site that's happening at outskirts. The air is fresh and crisp.

I see the workers speeding their work up as soon as they caught a glimpse of my arrival. I smile to myself internally. Few don't work hard unless they're pushed to.

I walk around inspecting every single detail. Compare the work happening to the charts of blueprint. This particular construction happening right now, is a hospital under construction by a very well known billionaire who also happens to be one of my good friends.

So on his personal request, I am monitering this myself just to make sure everything is perfect. And to my own surprise, everything is indeed perfect.

"Inform the contractor to speed the work up by another scale. This needs to be done in another month or so" I bark my orders at Harsh who just nods simply.

This man.. Harsh. Is one of my trustable person that has been working for me ever since I started standing on my own legs. At times, he is my guide as well.

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"I am very much pleased to see you ready to take over politics on full time" Health Minister Mr. Raghuram says.

I don't mask my expression anymore. I look at my father without blinking an eye and he smiles at me. But I chose to let this slide and have this conversation some other time.

"Thanks. Whatever my father's path consists of" I say with distaste in my throat.

My phone constantly buzzes in my pocket and I open that only to switch this f*****g thing off. But to my surprise there were 2 missed calls and a text pending from Arni.

I open the inbox and the text reads "Sorry couldn't answer your call. Was busy with a documentary"

I nod even though that wasn't a question nor a statement that needs my approval.

Without any further hesitation I reply her asking "Free for dinner? I'll pick you up?"

And I don't wait for her to reply. I know I used question marks in my text but that was a statement. I will straight up go to her and pick her up. Her company keeps me much more sane. It's like, I find something new about me everytime I meet her.

Yesterday night was the first time I found I can actually drive slow. Never did I drive slow or whatever s**t. But I did, for her. And it still sounds crazy to me.

"Then we shall carry on with it some other time" My father smiles as he talks.

"Sure. It was pleasant meeting the powerful duo" Health Minister says as he dearly pats my shoulder.

Mr. Raghuram is 54 year old with salt and pepper hair, still fit and in shape. Struggled his way through to stand at where he is standing now.

"You'll be my favourite MLA candidate if you choose politics as your further path" he says again making all the three of us laugh.

I walk out and don't bother talking to my father. He doesn't as well. Don't get me wrong, I love him and I could take the whole world for him. But today, I don't feel like talking anymore. He answered on my behalf to a question I don't even know.

Taking over full time politics is not a decision anymore. It's either do or die. He should have asked what my opinion was.

"Mr. Nishil, the dinner with Kyra Mam -"

"Cancel everything else and book a table for two at Hotel Ohris" I order Harsh.

I take the key from my driver and drive myself to her place. I don't feel good anymore and if I am right, only she can make it better.